The Costumer’s Manifesto
Yale is a brain-eat-brain world. We think to survive, wrack our consciousness to clarify slight nuances in class or exhume an elusive point yet to be made over dinner. It’s not uncommon to feel like all the big cases have been made — and intellectualized to death.
Nevertheless, on days like Halloween, the perfect justification for taking a shameless departure from oneself, it’s easy to feel helpless. When contemplating costumes, the familiar feeling that “it’s all been done before” rear-ends you like an octagenarian behind the wheel.
Students all over campus are busting moves to...
This is the campus essence of Halloween.It may be a little over analysed and negative, but it is what it is all about. Why not just call it self expressive fun? A once a year indulgence is not so bad.