costumes that shan't be worn

The day after Halloween really should be its own holiday. I'd like to call it "Gawking at Shame-Walkers Day," in honor of the two stunningly classy young ladies that were on the train with me at 6am this morning, openly garbed in the vestiges of last night's costume party. One was dressed as a slutty cat, complete with tail and ears. Her friend was dressed as what might be called a "chubby slut-wench," her Northface fleece flung wide to reveal an amount of cleavage that I can only describe as "incredibly alarming." Let's just say, had I accidentally run into her from the front, I would've gotten a faceful of flesh in a way that is not at all desirable or pleasant. And I thought my striped stockings today were a bold fashion choice! Silly me.