So what is it about Halloween that has some Aussies twisting their knickers and firing off bah-humbug sentiments? Short answer: America, and strangers.
|My Canadian friend Sage and her friends this Halloween|
Well, here's where the haters are wrong. Canadians don't think Halloween is American. (However, they'd probably agree that the over-commercialisation of this Celtic holiday is primarily due to opportunistic American corporations but that's another post). Canadians fracking love Halloween. They go ape-sh*t for it. Everyone is out in the streets, lot's of houses are decorated, and those that don't go crazy decorating with tombstones and spiderwebs at least put out a carved pumpkin or two. Even the christian kids, whose parents aren't into blood, witches and vampires, will celebrate at church parties or shopping mall trick-or-treating. There's something for everyone, including costume parties for the adults. There's this magical, community vibe going on when everyone is out and the footpaths are absolutely littered with families dressed up and walking together, or teenagers milking the last years of trick-or-treating before it becomes socially unacceptable for them to do so.
My Canadian friend's Canadian friend has a haunted house beside her this year. There were 350 kids in 2 hours! You get the picture because you've seen it on TV.
|Gordon Manor (mentioned above)|
|My Canadian pal Ty, and his mates dressed up at school|
Now let's re-heat our dinner on the stove and continue this conversation because we don't microwave anymore. (Yup, microwaves are American).
|Ty and his friends out in the dark on Halloween|
Okay, so we scrap this car and get a Zamboni. Wait, never mind, American. We definitely don't need those ice rink re-surfacing machines here. I'm getting stressed so hand me a beer, but make sure it's in a can because I don't want to use a bottle with an American invented crown bottle top on it. Oh, gosh. We're screwed. But we hate screws. Why, because they were invented by Henry Philips and he's American.
Wow, glad we got that out of our systems, although I'm not sure I feel better. Probably because beer from a can is shite, and I no longer have a car and neither do you, and it turns out candles make terrible headlights. But now we've cleared the way to talk about hallow-mean and strangers. Oooooooh strangers. Apparently they are the scariest part of Hallow-mean. I've heard two mum's this last week say they aren't letting their kids trick or treat because they don't feel comfortable knocking on a stranger's door and asking for lollies.
|My Canadian friends, the Lims, make door trick-or-treating a family affair each year|
|Cinderella, Elijah and Hook Lim-b|
Lastly, and this has nothing to do with strangers or America, I'd like to end with a
public service announcement
for any Australian who has been swayed by this post to celebrate Halloween next year.
Any costume will do. There tends to be an Aussie lean towards scary costumes, but anything goes. You can dress like a baby, or a baby can dress like you. You can be an M&M, a bunch of grapes or a piece of bacon. Really any food will do. If you get over your fear of being too American then you can even be a crash test dummy or a Post-it note. The choices are endless. Next year, choose joy, sugar
meltdowns, community, fun and leave the Hallow-mean in your witches cauldron at home. Snap!
|My vegetarian Australian friend in Canada this Halloween as bacon|
PS. If you are still hating on America after reading this post get off the Internet. Why? American.
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