HALLOWEEN is a time for ghosts, ghouls and women who want an excuse to wear revealing costumes. If you’re going to regret dressing as a slutty witch here are some outfits which are hard to sexualise.
Serial killer
Thousands of podcasts and documentaries attest to our morbid fascination with these bastards, but hopefully no one will be turned on by ‘sexy Harold Shipman’ or ‘erotic Rose West’. And if they are, they’re probably not someone to go home with unless you fancy ending up under the floorboards. Besides, Shipman, West, Jeffrey Dahmer and Dennis Nilsen all had really horrible glasses and that should be enough to deter anyone except hardcore true crime weirdos.
Animals
A surprising number of animals lend themselves to sexy outfits: Playboy bunnies, Batman, Catwoman, and possibly Taylor Swift in Cats, although even she struggles to make furry tits not weird. You’ve still got plenty to work with though – dogs aren’t noted for being sexy, fish probably aren’t the most responsive lovers, and no one has ever found a sheep costume thrilling, unless you’re in Wales. Anywhere else and it’s unlikely you’ll meet someone with a raging boner for Shaun the Sheep.
Minions
Too f**king annoying to be hot, no matter how much yellow-painted flesh you show.
Tampon
Horrible, but a costume that’s easy to make if you’ve got enough cotton wool, sticky tape and ketchup. Will instantly remind men of sex-free days of the month where they’re either accused of being thoughtless bastards or having a hang-up about menstrual blood. Even then you’ll look a bit mental and lots of people get the shudders from touching cotton wool, so this is one period where there really is no chance of getting pregnant.
Grim Reaper
With a costume you’ve bought off Amazon or assembled yourself, there’s a strong risk your zombie, plague victim or drowned Titanic passenger will be too sexy if you’re showing a bit of cleavage or plastered in pale makeup rather than convincing decomposing flesh. No such problem with the Grim Reaper, who will instantly remind drunken partygoers of the inevitability of death and how they’ve frittered their finite time on this Earth. It’s hard to maintain an erection when you’re experiencing suffocating existential dread, oddly.