Hallowe’en. I outgrew Hallowe’en quite young. By the time I was 12, I was happy to be the one at home handing out the candy.
Hallowe’en, with all its scary costumes and silly pranks, is not nearly as scary for men as the dreaded prostate exam. We could crack jokes about prostate exams – after all, we women endure the prodding fingers of a doctor’s gloved digits from puberty until death. Men have nothing to gripe about by comparison, since they don’t start getting the ‘digital’ treatment until the age of 40. Puh-lease!