A Girl's Guide to Surviving a Modern Halloween-Season Killer

Every girl knows how to survive a classic horror movie slasher. Don't have sex at the lake house. Don't run in heels. Don't answer the phone. Always assume THE KILLER IS IN THE HOUSE! Don't be a black man, etc.

These days, though, horror movies are hardly ever about one man killing a sexy group of teenagers. With the advent of advanced technology and the popularity of the bullying issue, movies have turned their focus to manipulative, game playing teens and killer tech gadgets.

As a result, the rules have changed. Fortunately, I have time to watch a lot of TV, and I have learned them. Now, I will teach them to you.

1. Know your friends
If you are a hot girl, and you hang out with a group of other hot girls, chances are one of you is the uber-bitchy queen bee. If this describes you, congratulations; you are the bad guy. Enjoy destroying your friends' lives.

If you are not the queen bee, make sure you know who is! This girl is going to aide other members of the community in killing you. The other members of the community will be hot, slightly older guys. They will visibly want to have sex with your popular friend, even though the age difference is borderline creepy. It will be very obvious.

Unfortunately, there is a slight chance this bitch will not help some attractive, skeezy men murder you. If this is case, she will instead manipulate you to believe someone is trying to murder her. It will be very believable because you would like to murder her. However, this is very dangerous because it will distract you from real threats.

Fortunately, the solution to both of these deadly scenarios is the same: keep the queen bee extremely drunk at all times. Help her develop crippling alcoholism. If she is super popular, she already carries a flask in her purse. Make sure it is always filled. Carry water bottles that you purport to fill with vodka. Fill them with water. Get "drunk" with the queen bee.

Drunk people suck at planning. They are especially bad at sneaking around old houses waiting to scare you. They're bad liars. I could go on and on, but trust me, just keep that girl wasted.

2. Know your enemies
A lot of people in your school hate you. If you think you are very popular, this is especially true.

You need to know who hates you most because they are involved in a sick plot to make your life Hell before quietly killing your ass.

Is there anyone who you teased relentlessly when you were younger? (Bonus points if you have ever physically crippled a peer.) How about a girl who was in love with a boy you slept with? Whose prom date did you steal? Did you beat someone out for class president even though she works much, much harder than you?

These are the kind of people who secretly plot your murder all day. Be aware of all of them. Back in the day, one of them would have snapped and begun murdering your friends one by one. These days, you do not have the luxury of that kind of predictability.

Your enemies will almost certainly team up and develop a plan to drive you crazy before they finish you off. You need to watch them like a hawk. Be especially wary of odd pairings. When people who hated each other start hanging out, and their only link is a hatred for you, prepare for the crazy, anonymous text messages to begin. Which brings us to...

3. Do not use technology
Best case scenario, technology plays into your (fri)enemies' evil plans. They use cell phones, the internet, and surveillance equipment to bring about your demise.

Worst case scenario, technology itself fucking kills you. If you hear about a movie that causes weird things to happen to anyone who watches it, don't. Never listen for ghosts in the static on your radio.

If your cellphone starts doing anything weird, never touch another phone again. Watch out for sentient cars and appliances. Do not put a high-tech panic room in a house that is already haunted. You know what? Just don't buy a high-tech house to begin with.

We all know that technology will ultimately bring about the end of the human race, but you have the tools to prevent it from killing you, now. Be smart. Be aware. Be a hermit.

Sexy Fake Lady Cops Make Me Sad This Year(Halloween Edition)

Several months ago, I wrote a blog entry about pregnant body image, in which I discussed my fondness for my new, curvier figure. I figure now, with hot, young women running around everywhere in barely-there Halloween costumes, is as good a time as any to talk about the flip side of that issue.

I am finding myself to be much more jealous of all the girls in skanky Halloween garb this year than I would have ever expected. However, it is not a simple form of jealousy. It is not that I want to be out in the clubs with my midriff bared, ass cheeks making frequent appearances, drinking with strangers. That is something I haven't really embraced with gusto since 2006 or '07(see picture). I also don't think it has to do with the fact that my husband is spending his nights this Halloween weekend working at the Boot, which is arguably ground zero for way hot, mostly naked college chicks, although I don't think that is helping.

I think my feelings this weekend are stemming more from the fact that my body has completely robbed me of my ability to look sexy. I know that it is doing something amazing, and most of the time I love my big, round belly. I tolerate my gigantic thighs and giggling butt without more than a passing thought, most days. I have certainly not been consumed with worrying about regaining my figure or anything depressing like that. Overall, I think most people would say my disposition about all of pregnancy's physical effects has been overwhelmingly sunny.

But now there are these goddam women everywhere wearing practically nothing. And the fact is that my body in thigh highs and the miniest of "themed" mini dresses would, at the moment, inspire more laughs than swoons.

For me, sexuality and sexiness were things that came into play in various human interactions on a daily basis from the time I reached puberty. I suspect that this is true for most women my age. It is not something we consciously think about, but female sexuality is an extremly powerful thing. Just ask any man, anywhere, ever. So, the inabilty to be, or at least feel, "sexy" is an unfamiliar and frustrating experience, especially at 24 years old.

So, I suppose when it comes down to it, I am not truly "jealous" of all the scantily-clad women who are out celebrating tonight. They are probably going to be cold later on, and they will definitely have hangovers tomorrow. I am, however, envious of the way they clearly feel, like they can conquer any bar line, and therefore the world, with the sheer power of their young, trim bodies. I miss feeling that way, if I am being honest.

I would imagine that every woman who has ever been pregnant has felt this way from time to time. The fact is that a body that is almost done growing a baby sometimes feels like it is more for the baby than for its true owner. And that is ok. I love my son more than I can say. I like pushing back when he kicks my belly and feeling him respond. I like thinking about holding him in two months, hearing him say "mama" a few months later, and watching him take his first steps before we know it. All of these things are worth a few days of glaring at every "sexy traffic director" I see.

But don't expect me to stop glaring. It may be childish; it may be hypocritical, seeing as there isn't much I enjoy more than R-rated dress up. But it is what it is. And I am too tired from growing a CHILD here, people, to control every emotional impulse I have. My slutty Halloween days are almost certainly over, but that doesn't mean I won't be feeling that "conquer the world" sexiness soon. Because I am going to be sexy again before you know it.... Right?