In the spirit of Halloween, we thought it would be fun to match up the signs with the mythical creature that best embodies their personality. Which sign is a seductive siren? Which sign burns to ashes before being reborn? And which sign is a clever, mischievous pixie? Read on to find out, and have fun learning a little more about your sign and the mythical creature it’s connected to!
Halloween parties are a special breed of social gathering. Everyone’s wearing costumes, which makes the whole thing much more exciting (and confusing), plus there’s usually copious amounts of spiked punch to be consumed, “Monster Mash” dancing to do, and cheesy pickup lines to be attempted. Overall, it’s one of the most unpredictable nights of the year. One thing you can always count on, though, is that you’ll meet these nine people on the Halloween party circuit… Keep reading »
You may think you’ve got your scary Halloween costume all figured out, but have you put thought into all the tiny details? Like, say, your nails? Because no zombie we’ve ever heard of crawled out of a grave with a perfectly polished set of French tips. Here are some truly grotesque manicures to inspire you…
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Every year for Halloween, I used to dress up as a gypsy. I was a lazy little kid, I guess, and I didn’t want to make some complicated costume. So I just put on a long skirt and a bunch of my mom’s jewelry and wrapped a bandana around my head, and people were like, “Are you a hippie?” And I was like, “Obviously not. I’m wearing a sash. Come on, people.”
One year, when I was being a gypsy and I was trick-or-treating with a pirate, a witch, and Simba in the sprawling ranch house development lower-income suburban New Jersey had conveniently provided us with, I saw my babysitter, dressed as a devil. But she didn’t look like a scary devil. She looked like some other kind of devil I’d never imagined. It was weird. I wondered if when I got to be older, as old as 14 say, if I’d wear things like that, with my belly showing even though it was cold. I wondered if Halloween was different when you were my babysitter’s age. Keep reading »
The 1993 Disney Halloween comedy “Hocus Pocus” is straight-up one of my favorite movies of all time. I assume everyone has seen it already, but if not, I wouldn’t want to ruin it for you — you just have to watch it, with or without the under-16 audience for which it’s intended. Halloween may be just around the corner, but I’m not spooked to admit that I seek to channel a little bit of “Hocus Pocus” every day of the year (it does star the future Carrie Bradshaw, after all). You can cop the hip witch look, too — just add chunky jewelry and black boots and go, no broomstick required. Keep reading »