This is totally me (read: my interpretation of me) when my husband says I’m nice and I vehemently (albeit foolishly) deny it. Maybe I just want to be called evil every once in a while. Not because I actually AM…the dark illusion is just so tempting! I mean who didn’t want to be Skeletor when they were a kid?!
When I saw this photo (the little girl below), I essentially went into hysterics (laughing, that is.) I didn’t watch a ton of television as a child but you can be sure that when I did, the shows were of the ilk of:
- Thundercats (cat-like aliens, because why would extraterrestrials want human reflexes?!)
- He-Man (muscles and [magical!] swords?! HELL YES!)
- Voltron (your goddamn right I was jealous of their lion robots!)
- Transformers (ginormous robots who can morph into an incredibly rad getaway vehicle? Anyone want to race?!)
I couldn’t possibly be bothered with the likes of She-Ra. Initially, I admit, I kind of liked her. I liked that a woman was in the badass role, but that’s basically because I wanted to be her. I kind of dug the nod to Ancient Rome / Greece with that ensemble too – how very Pagan of her! Plus. . .sorceress, hello!? My older brother was fonder of the guys so…whatever…I took one for the team and decided I could be Conan or some other ass-kicking character, nevermind they were male. Goals.
My lean towards general badassery, gothiness, vampishness, and Martial Arts was there from brith – I wore colors, but that’s because I wasn’t old enough to know better…OR to purchase my own. I went to girly birthday parties, but that’s because A.) it was important to socialize (I’d rather have been Wednesday Addams but the school moms didn’t seem to acquiesce) and B.) No one I knew was having a Halloween bash regardless of timing. Sad, if you ask me.
My inspiration came from the people / creatures / robots who could handle their own, even when the world was being besieged by evil, plotting mummies or mechanical demons from space – who cared that they were fictional, this once five-year old saw a fearlessly laying down of the law! (Let’s not forget their were witches too – bestill my heart.)
If I could have worn this suit to class, I’m sure I would have – Middle School rules be damned, I think an exception could have been made. “Excuse me, Mr. Principle guy..??”
I wonder if the suit comes with functional weapons… Sparkles? Yeah, absolutely. But had I donned this hefty getup back in the day? I’d have backed that glitz up!
For more of my shenanigans…