Halloween is for everyone either poor or rich. I live in a nice culdesac area and we get 15 trick or treaters. This woman complaining is so dumb. She will end up without trick or treaters.
People decorating and looking for attention is a separate argument.
Well, they are handing out candy to hundreds of kids, probably 10x more than surrounding houses, and those houses, even though the neighborhood is all <$1m homes, get the residual affects of the kids who don't just do that one house but decide to walk the surrounding blocks. Yet nobody complains.
^^^ Subtext: BM will never even get near the opportunity to reproduce.
everyone knows this :\
Awwww, mang, I wuz yankin' yer chain. You gots personality. That plays big time with the right woman.
hey, some gold-digging might be a legit strategy for me :awe:
Sure it is, but compared to the entire trick-or-treating population it's still negligible...especially when people are at home, handing out treats, watching their and their neighbor's properties.
Okay, you were part of a trouble-making group. But what proportion of all trick-or-treaters, even of those visiting other neighborhoods, did groups like yours represent? In my experience, people vanning in from other neighborhoods has been a complete non-issue. There is negligibly higher risk that my house will be vandalized relative to some equally anonymous local kid in costume.
Just try not to think about grilled cheese sandwiches.
Wow, reading all this back and forth makes me sad, but also nostalgic. I feel lucky that I grew up in a time and place where Halloween worked like a charm. The time was the height of the baby boom and the place was a dense, middle/working class neighborhood. Participation from folks was 99.99%, and there were literally TONS of kids going around, ALL walking, NO cars.
Only the very, very youngest of kids had adults with them. And these were the days of full size candy bars only. You could take an old school shopping bag and fill it inside of two blocks. Then, I would go back home, unload, and re-fill by ranging out a whole 'nother 2 blocks. We could have kept going all night long, but my parents (and everyone else's parents) would call a halt a that point.
We ended up with two HUGE, old school paper grocery bags chock full of candy. We pigged out for weeks. And, everyone knew everyone else, so the parents at the doors would guess who you were until they got it right.
It was festive as hell. The sidewalks were literally thronged with kids, and everyone's lights were on, many with lighted decorations.
There was ONE family, on the block behind mine, that didn't participate, and went dark on that day. One family, for blocks and blocks around, that was it, that was all.
I'm grateful for my childhood. I had a great one -- it seems Mayberry RFD in retrospect. I remained naive as hell for a long time, for which I'm also grateful. Once you lose your innocence, you never get it back.
Probably a troll, but even if not, how is this worthy of even local news recognition? And in any case, fuck the lower class. It's not just about the kids but the parents that shuttle their little shitlings about for a few extra dollars worth of candy. These are the same kind of families that flood the public beaches with their garbage existence. Makes me glad to live in a gated neighborhood. Op is probably going to drive his teenaged "children" to rich neighborhoods next Friday.
everyone knows this :\
Ouch, you're a cold SOB.
Just recite you pomes over a few poorly played guitar chords and the panties will drop. This is known.
Can we just brand all these poor people with a scarlet letter already? At least, they'd be easily identifiable. Perhaps, a chip could be implanted so we wouldn't even need more than a simple RFID scanner to know they need to be forcefully returned the whatever ghetto the game from!
I'd take a banana over those fucking assholes who gave out toothpaste and floss. I don't give a shit you're a dentist... That is some dumb shit! Their houses almost always got fucked with.I remember when I was super young and trick or treating as a ghostbuster. My mother had sewn me a perfect gray uniform complete with black name tag/red lettering with my surname on it. I had the toy proton pack, but also had the optional working ghost trap accessory that clipped on the pack and also had the gun that made all the electronic sounds and the goggles. Good god I was pimped the fuck out.
I hit all the houses on the block and scored, then got to my grandfathers house. I was trick or treating with two other kids at the time and they both got a mini bag of chips. But he recognized me instantly and went back into the house and when he returned he dumped a banana in my bag.
A BANANA.
ugh.
I'd take a banana over those fucking assholes who gave out toothpaste and floss. I don't give a shit you're a dentist... That is some dumb shit! Their houses almost always got fucked with.
My wife and I have lived in the North Park neighborhood of San Diego for over a decade. Weve always loved it here, rough edges and all.
For the first few years, we didnt bother buying candy to give out on Halloween because so few children trick-or-treated on our street. The handful of neighborhood kids must have done their plundering elsewhere.
In fact, for our twin girls first trick-or-treating experience four years ago, we took them to a different neighborhood, one where the locals try to outdo one another with decorations and spooky effects. Yes, it is also a wealthier neighborhood; but we were not there because they hand out full-sized Snickers.
What we hadnt realized, in our child-free oblivion, was that as our neighborhood experienced a rapid economic and cultural renaissance, the Halloween scene had become much more vibrant. There were more kids in the neighborhood, more homeowners who wanted to deck out their houses and open them up to the public, and, in general, more residents who were invested in the community. Since then we have done all of our trick-or-treating within blocks of our house.
In the last few years, North Park has become one of the Halloween hot spots in town. Minivans barely roll to a stop before pint-sized marauders from parts unknown spill out and sweep the block. Its pretty adorable. Mostly. Obviously, its much more fun to trick-or-treat in an area where the locals get into it than in a Halloween wasteland, and of course I would never begrudge a child her birthright of sugary treats on All Hallows Eve. And yet Im ambivalent about these Halloween commuters.
As is the case when families abandon their less-than-perfect local schools in pursuit of more attractive options in other areas, some neighborhoods languish, at least partly, because it's easier to get what you need by driving somewhere else than by creating or bringing it to your own community. Halloween is a one-off, of course, and I wouldn't suggest that it's the lynchpin of community building; but when families do Commuter Halloween, they miss a great opportunity for neighborhood bonding. I'm not saying that our local Halloween culture has had major effects on the strength of our community, but it is part of the virtuous cycle that encourages us to think, "Why would we go anywhere else when we have everything right here!" And if we lack something, to have every reason to believe we can will it into existence. While I'm proud to see people from other neighborhoods traveling here because of our reputation, I also hope that they will be inspired to foster community spirit where they live, so that all our neighborhoods will be stronger.
Well I broke down and bought $20 worth of candy, guess I'll give it one more shot, some kids knocked on my door @ 5:30 LOL, I told them to come back later and oh yea, dress up as something..