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Robert Burns' poem Halloween is a delightful snapshot of 18th-century Scottish life, offering a vivid, lively portrayal of the folk customs practiced during the October (or, on the old calendar, November) holiday.  But unlike the commercialized Halloween we often think of today, Burns takes us back to a time when the holiday was all about superstitions, fortune-telling, and celebrating community. Written in 1785, Halloween captures a variety of activities that were common in rural Scotland during the festival, which originated in that area of the world. Because it had once been a Celtic New Year festival, many of the practices revolved around trying to glimpse the future -- particularly when it came to that eternal preoccupation of the human mind: love and marriage.  The poem is written in Scots dialect , which might be a bit of a challenge for many readers, but it’s also part of what makes it so authentic. Burns is preserving not just the practices of the time, but also the...

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Trying to get blacks that match after they fade in the wash. Trying to convince the drunk frat boy who is hitting on you that you really are a guy. Big hair, small cars. Airport metal detectors. Nicknames such as "that gay devil worshiping freak that dyed his hair purple". Getting your jewelry tangled in your clothes/hair. When your pointy toe shoes/boots get caught in the holes in the hem of your skirt. Wearing a black turtleneck when it's 90 degrees outside. Accidentally removing someone's nose ring with your spiked bracelet while dancing. Getting people to look you in the eyes when you talk to them. Getting your slave bracelet caught in your fishnets. People declaring that your eyes are yellow, when, in fact, they are green. Having to reach for the salt with one hand while holding back your sleeve with the other so it doesn't drag in the gravy. Trying to find your possessions in an all black room. Trying to get the hair-dye stains ou...