Opinions At A Halloween Party

So… I dressed in costume and went to a Halloween Party with several of Cat’s friends… and their kids. I knew a couple of people there already and they greeted me with warm hugs, which was nice. The kids being included thing was– awkward. I didn’t know it was families, which just makes me feel weird, but I shrugged and, after getting some food, wandered outside to their nicely decorated back yard to sit by the cauldron-like fire pit.

Somehow that ended up being a talk between myself, Cat and 3 guys about politics. They were wondering how anyone could vote for Trump. So I laid out the situation in the fly-over states that I had seen for myself… the desperation of the poor and working class white people no one gives two shits about. The guys said, “But Trump won’t actually help them!” I agreed, but I said the point is they want to matter again so society pays them attention. Also– its great revenge against all the city people and coastal people who left them to rot where they stand for the last decade plus.

They actually listened to me, which was weird. I talked about how history repeats itself and that America was on its way to a revolt against the elites that could very well turn deadly. A guy gave the “but everything is different now” speech and I pointed out that everyone in every age ALSO says THAT– and then history repeats itself anyway. I even made a $1 bet with a guy about it. Kind of fun having an adult discussion, and I could tell they were taking me seriously.

Other than that, we were given a tour of the house, which was totally wired to his phone with lights and cameras and the automatic garage door. It was cool, granted, but no way I would ever do that! Anything connected to the internet can get hacked and no thank you!

Finally, we joined a rousing game of Cards Against Humanity which was hilarious until everyone decided to do an “extra racist” version. It was funny, yes, but it just reminded me of racist jokes my father used to make, and I made and excuse and asked Cat if we could leave. Other people were starting to leave then as well, though, so it was no big deal. Interestingly, they were making fun of white people too– but of the “redneck poor” that I had been telling the guys earlier were so trod upon they were becoming a real danger to the nation. One of those guys gave me a LOOK as we were leaving, like, “Okay, yeah– we DO insult certain white people for daring to be poor, especially if they have a ‘hick’ accent.” I raised an eyebrow at him, like, “Uh huh… see!?“

Happy Halloween!

It was good to get out and socialize, though, and I didn’t hang on Cat’s coat-tails TOO much (I dressed like Goth Barbie and she dressed like a little kid who likes to play with barbies) and managed to make an impression beyond ‘woman with super long hair’. Also, I think I accidentally hurt a little girl’s feeling when I compared her blond wig to my hair. I was being playful, but I think I intimidated her. Whoops! Another reason not to allow kids to a party where adults are drinking alcohol! I felt pretty bad and apologized before I left, and the mother just waved her hand like I was being too sensitive, but the little girl knew exactly what I meant, so I’m glad I said it. I explained I was just being silly over my crazy-long hair, NOT trying to say anything was wrong with crazy-long hair wigs!

If I get invited to any more parties with Cat’s friends, I will check in first and see if kids are included, and if they are– then I shall refrain from going. Kids get ignored at those parties, and then they get super loud, and– adults with alcohol in their systems can make dumb mistakes like I did. Not a good combination and I don’t want to participate in an event where I have to watch myself like that. Can’t cuss, can’t make jokes, have to deal with kid’s shows on in the background, have to hear kids going nuts when they get bored (because adult parties are BORING to kids!) Just…. NO.