Boo Bags and the Future of Humanity

Ah, the good ol' days. (Photo courtesy of www.dailyreview.com.)

Ah, the good ol’ days. (Photo courtesy of www.dailyreview.com.)

Perhaps it’s the fault of the Me Generation. Perhaps responsibility lies with our culture of excess. Perhaps Emeril is to blame for teaching us all to “BAM! Kick it up a notch.”

Whatever the cause, modern American society has an insatiable desire for more, More, MORE; and nowhere is that more evident than during holidays like Halloween.

Back in the ’70s, when I was a kid — yes, you should brace yourself for an “up hill to school both ways” rant — our parents were too busy sipping vodka gimlets and tapping their Tareyton 100s into pedestal ashtrays while watching “Laugh In” from the comfort of their gabardine slacks. They didn’t have time to spend countless hours and dollars to provide my brother and me, much less the rest of the kids in the neighborhood, with a better-than-ever Halloween.

But we weren’t complaining.

We were beyond excited to carve one pumpkin for the whole family, using seriously sharp knives because cutesy little kid-safe pumpkin carving kits hadn’t been invented yet. We were ecstatic about dressing up in our $4.99 Woolworth’s highly flammable nylon tie in the back Casper the Friendly Ghost costume with the brittle plastic face mask secured with the hair tangling elastic band. We were beside ourselves with anticipation about the fact that ABC was airing “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” one night during prime time on our console TV. We were over the moon about going door to door with our pillow cases, gladly accepting whatever we were given because it was free — popcorn balls, apples, coins, and candy.

Sure, we secretly hoped some neighbor would be giving out humongous candy bars, but for the most part, we appreciated getting anything at all, and did not expect our parents to up the ante every year.

Then why is it that, nowadays, kids’ baseline expectations for Halloween include corn mazes, pet parades, school parties, hay rides, pumpkin carving contests requiring a graduate degree in fine arts, yard decorating contests requiring professional special effects and 23 hired extras, week-long horror movie marathons, venti no-whip pumpkin spice lattes, mountains of brand-name only candy in tamper-proof packaging, intricate costumes that cost at least $49.95, little kid non-scary haunted houses, regular kid kinda-scary haunted houses, and big kid Horrifically Haunting Mega Mansions of Traumatizing Terror (post-traumatic stress therapy not included)?

And now, as if all that wasn’t enough, someone had the bright idea to add something called “Boo Bags” to the list of annual Halloween must haves. Just when you think your wallet and energy have been sucked out like pumpkin guts, a well-intentioned neighbor goes and drops a Halloween themed bag of thoughtfully assembled items on your doorstep with a sweet little note instructing you to do the same thing for another neighbor.

Sure, votive candles and candy corn are great and all, but is all this really necessary? Isn’t Halloween fun enough already? And how much of this stuff will be re-gifted anyway?

Now that my point has been made, I must confess, after initially grumbling at my neighbor’s suggestion that we give Boo Bags on our street this year, I quite enjoyed picking out little gifts and goodies for another military family here on base. My kids were happy to go on a night-time reconnaissance mission to secretly deliver the bag to our neighbor’s porch, and I’ve been downright cocky knowing that, upon finding my masterpiece, they must’ve commented, “Whoever put this fabulous Boo Bag together is a creative genius!”

Despite feeling tricked into the excesses of Halloween, I must admit, giving a neighbor a Boo Bag can be quite a treat.

And looky what I got a few days after writing this column! BAM! The cutest Eyeball-themed Boo Basket!

And looky what I got a few days after writing this column! BAM! The cutest Eyeball-themed Boo Basket ever!

 

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Comments: 14

  1. ASuburbanLife November 11, 2013 at 4:12 pm Reply

    I’m with you. I hate Halloween, reject birthday party goodie bags, and until I moved into my current neighborhood had never heard of Boo Bags. I have to admit though, I do love the tradition, especially idling in front of a friend’s house in the dark of night while my girls leave the bag on the doormat, ring the bell, and then dash back to the car as we speed away to the net house!

    • Lisa Smith Molinari November 11, 2013 at 5:52 pm Reply

      Yes, my sentiments exactly — given the choice, I wouldn’t opt to do Boo Bags, but once you get into it, you have to admit it’s fun!

  2. camdenstables October 28, 2013 at 2:22 pm Reply

    “No one ever corrupted themselves by being too kind.” If indeed, kindness is the motive behind all our “gift” giving.

  3. Wayne Abernathy October 27, 2013 at 6:57 pm Reply

    I think I will decline the Boo Bags! What a nightmare that can become. Ah, the memories of my Casper costume.

  4. Maz October 25, 2013 at 9:41 pm Reply

    Well, if you really want to know when & where everything Halloween got ratcheted up…I know because I was there!
    It was an ordinary October 2001 in a benign little Virginia Beach suburb called Kempsville.
    It was there that some overzealous “Super Mom” decided to design & create elaborate costumes for her 3 children, plus she constructed Rose Bowl Parade caliber “floats” over their Little Tykes wagon to coordinate the concepts.
    Later, when an innocent dog joined the family…he was forced into the “cast” too.
    Now please pass me my vodka gimlet!

  5. rossmurray1 October 24, 2013 at 4:37 pm Reply

    If anyone gives me a Boo Bag, I’m going out to the frost-damaged garden and putting together a Zoo-kini Bag for them.

    • Lisa Smith Molinari October 24, 2013 at 4:48 pm Reply

      Ew! Although some might prefer a frost-damaged zucchini over some of the lousy Dollar Store stuff that sometimes comes in Boo Bags. Not me though, I got a great bag this year with cool stuff for kids, adults, and even the dog!

  6. thewritertracy October 24, 2013 at 4:08 pm Reply

    HAHA, I feel your pain. When all 3 of my kids were of trick or treating age, I came to dread Halloween. All the costumes, the fuss, the candy, finding time to carve the dang pumpkins and the Boo bags. I remember being glad when it was just all over. Now that we’re down to only having to deal with 1 kid who needs a costume, treats for the fall party, etc. I have become a fan of the Boo Bag! We just got one last night but unfortunately no wine. Just a bunch of candy for the kids…

  7. lauriebest October 24, 2013 at 3:23 pm Reply

    You nailed the excesses…couldn’t agree more. I went all out (although not by today’s standards) when my kids were young but now I limit it to one little neighbourhood kid. I give her a special bag and then lock myself in my house, turn the lights off and ‘get lit’ myself with a bottle of wine! Happy Halloween!

    • Lisa Smith Molinari October 24, 2013 at 3:50 pm Reply

      Ha! My Boo Basket maker knew about the “getting lit” part and included a bottle of red wine for me!

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