The Horror of 80s Halloween Costumes: Plastic Bags With Eye Holes

“Nothing builds character like nearly passing out inside a $4 plastic mask shaped like a cartoon.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Today, we’re summoning the ghosts of 80s Halloween costumes. Those thin, flammable, suffocation‑adjacent plastic nightmares that were basically Glad trash bags with a licensing agreement. If you survived trick‑or‑treating in one of those, congratulations! You’ve already lived through your first near‑death experience before age eight.

Those masks? They trapped heat, sweat, breath, possibly carbon monoxide, lead, and whatever fumes were still off‑gassing from the factory in Taiwan. You’d put that mask on. And instantly feel like you were breathing through a microwaved shower curtain. The eye holes were never aligned with actual human eyes. So, you spent the entire night looking like a confused raccoon trying to navigate a fog machine.

And the costumes themselves? One static‑charged gust of wind and you’d be clinging to your own thighs like a Saran‑wrapped ham. We weren’t “wearing costumes.” We were marinating. Let’s honor the trauma.

10 ICONIC 80s HALLOWEEN COSTUMES THAT WERE BASICALLY OSHA VIOLATIONS

1. Plastic Smurfette

A blue trash bag with a picture of Smurfette printed on the front. Because why be the character when you can just wear a poster of her taped to your torso.

2. He‑Man (But Make It Sweaty)

The mask smelled like burnt crayons and despair. The costume was a plastic bib with “HE‑MAN” written across it in case anyone got confused.

3. Rainbow Brite: The Human Sauna

You looked adorable. You also lost three pounds of water weight in 45 minutes.

4. Darth Vader, But the Dollar Store Version

The mask fogged up instantly, so you spent the night breathing like a pug in a heatwave. The chest panel was printed on like a cereal box prize.

5. Strawberry Shortcake (Now With Berry‑Flavored Suffocation)

The mask had a permanent smile. Which was ironic because you were absolutely not smiling under there.

6. Casper the Friendly Ghost (Who Couldn’t See)

The eye holes were so far apart you needed a friend to guide you like a malfunctioning Roomba.

7. Care Bear With the Melting Face

The mask warped if you left it in the car for more than 12 minutes. Suddenly you were “Melted Grumpy Bear.” A character no one asked for.

8. Cabbage Patch Kid: The Fever Dream Edition

The mask was so round you couldn’t turn your head. You had to rotate your entire body like a forklift.

9. Generic Witch #4

The costume said “WITCH” in giant letters across the chest. Because the 80s believed children were too stupid to identify a hat and broom.

10. Plastic Superman (Who Couldn’t Bend His Knees)

You couldn’t run. You couldn’t sit. You couldn’t breathe. But by God, you could sweat.

And yet here we are. Survivors of the Great Plastic Costume Era. We walked miles in those suffocation sacks. While sweating like rotisserie chickens. Tripping over our own capes. And fogging up masks that smelled like a tire fire. Meanwhile today’s helicopter moms are out here with GPS trackers, reflective vests, hydration packs, and costumes made of breathable bamboo fabric. We survived carbon‑monoxide‑adjacent masks. They’re worried about gluten in the candy. Bye, Felishas. We earned our stripes in the trenches of flammable polyester. Thanks for reading! Tell me about other costume follies?

Affirmation: I am strong. I am resilient. And I have already survived the 80s Halloween Costume Industrial Complex. Nothing can stop me now.

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Things I Trust More Than This Current Administration: Halloween Edition in 1980s Style

“If chaos had a costume, it’d show up wearing shoulder pads. Smelling like burnt popcorn. And insisting everything’s ‘under control.’ Bless its heart.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. And call upon the ancestors. Specifically Big Mama, who once banished a possum from her porch using nothing but a flip‑flop and the power of prayer. Because it’s Halloween season in Deep South Mississippi. And we need every spiritual reinforcement available to cope with this current administration. I’m not naming names. I’m just saying the vibes are giving “haunted VCR that eats tapes,” and the ancestors are tired. So gather ‘round the fire, clutch your candy corn like it’s a stress ball, and let’s talk about Things I Trust More Than This Current Administration: Halloween Edition in 1980s Style.

Before we get to this list, let me set the scene properly. Picture me standing in my kitchen. Wearing neon‑orange leg warmers. Holding a pumpkin‑spice latte that tastes like regret. And staring at the news like it’s a possessed Speak & Spell from 1985. The ancestors are pacing. The cats are judging. And I’m over here thinking, “You know what? I trust the ghost living in my attic. The one who only communicates by rearranging my Tupperware. Which is  more than whatever this administration is doing.”

It’s Halloween season. The veil is thin. The vibes are chaotic. And the spirits are whispering, “Make a list, baby. Make a list before you lose your religion.” So with full Southern sass. 1980s hairspray confidence. And the emotional support of three extremely opinionated cats. Let’s get into the things I trust more than this current administration. Hold onto your britches. It’s about to get spooky.

10 Things I Trust More Than This Current Administration

(with commentary from Piper, Coco, and Tinkerbell)

  1. A 1987 Ouija board I bought at a yard sale from a woman named Earlene who swore it only summoned “friendly spirits and one confused raccoon.”

Piper: “I’d trust the raccoon. He seems organized.”

  1. The structural integrity of a mall fountain after 400 unsupervised Gen X kids threw pennies, gum, and possibly a Walkman into it.

Coco: “Honestly, that fountain had grit. Unlike some folks.”

  1. The last slice of pizza from ShowBiz Pizza Place that’s been sitting under the heat lamp since Reagan was in office.

Tinkerbell: “It’s aged like fine wine. Government? Not so much.”

  1. A haunted Teddy Ruxpin whose batteries died in 1989 but still whispers “Hey there, friend…” at 3 AM.

Piper: “At least he’s consistent.”

  1. The neighborhood witch who sells ‘love potions’ out of her trunk behind the Piggly Wiggly.

Coco: “She’s never lied to me. Can’t say that about everybody.”

  1. The ghost of every VHS tape that got eaten alive by a VCR and now roams the earth seeking revenge.

Tinkerbell: “Justice for The NeverEnding Story.”

  1. A bowl of mystery candy corn that’s been in your grandma’s crystal dish since 1982 and has the texture of sidewalk chalk.

Piper: “I’d eat it before I’d trust them.”

  1. The clown from the 1986 Halloween carnival who smelled like Marlboros and existential dread.

Coco: “He had a plan. A weird plan, but a plan.”

  1. The demon that lived in your old Lite-Brite and rearranged the pegs at night.

Tinkerbell: “At least he was creative.”

  1. The spirit of every cat who has ever knocked something off a counter just to assert dominance.

All three cats in unison: “We understand leadership.”

Listen. If the ancestors wanted to send us a sign, they’d probably use a malfunctioning 1980s smoke machine, a neon‑green goblin, and a cassette tape labeled “DO NOT PLAY.” And honestly? I’d trust that whole production more than whatever this administration is doing on any given Tuesday.

Halloween teaches us many things. Don’t split up. Don’t investigate the noise. Don’t trust a politician who couldn’t find Mississippi on a map if you drew a big ol’ arrow and wrote “Right Here, Sugar.”

As my Aunt Loretta always said, “If the devil shows up wearing a Members Only jacket, at least you know he’s committed to a look.”

Now go forth and light your sage. Pet your cats like they’re furry emotional support therapists who accept payment in treats and gossip. And remember. If things get too spooky, too chaotic, or too reminiscent of a malfunctioning 1980s government PSA, just channel your inner final girl. I’m talking BIG hair, bigger attitude, and the kind of confidence only found in someone who survived a haunted roller rink. And still made it to homeroom on time.

Strut right past the chaos like you’ve got backstage passes to a Def Leppard concert. A fresh can of Aqua Net in your purse. And the ancestors cheering you on from the spiritual bleachers yelling, “That’s My Baby!”

Because when the world gets wild, you don’t crumble. You sashay. You sparkle. You stomp through the nonsense like you’re wearing rhinestone‑covered Reeboks. And the devil himself owes you money. And if anyone or anything tries to rattle your peace? Just give them that classic Southern side‑eye that says, “Bless your heart. But not today.”

Affirmation: I walk in humor, protection, and high‑volume 1980s confidence. No earthly foolishness can shake my spirit, my peace, or my hair.

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Our Pets And Halloween Costumes

“Pawsitively bewitched by my furry friend’s cuteness.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to talk to you about not forgetting our pets on Halloween. They secretly despise you for the costumes that you pick out. All they wanted was to be a part of the family. And they had no idea that they would be subject to such cruelty. Poor them. I don’t find any of that cruelty. I love seeing our pets dressed up as almost anything. Here are a few of these pets and their personal opinions concerning Halloween costumes. See if you agree. In

 Snoop Dogg

“Fo shizzle my nizzle.”

Colin Oscopy

“Dr Patio Furniture ER Stat!”

Charlie

“A cow?! With utters?! I’m eating the couch pillows when we get home.”

Pudding

“Seriously? I have my head in a hamburger right now?!”

Sister Mary Clarence

“May God forgive you for your sin of dressing me up as a nun.”

Wendy

“How do you live with yourself?”

Jess Kidding

“Let me tell you all the reasons why I hate you.”

Nico Time

“What in the absolute Hell have you done?!”

Cheetolini

“You should go to prison!”

“The Angry Yam”

“You should go to prison twice!”

Power Serge

“A Beanie Baby?! Please tell me it isn’t so.”

Capital Splatter

“I AM CHUCKY!”

Perv Griffins

“This is your fetish! Not mine!”

Rocky and Apollo

“We are calling the ASPCA!”

Thanks for reading! Happy Halloween to you and your pets. Happy Haunting!

Affirmation: I am worthy despite my owner/owners ideas about costumes.

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Happy Halloween From The 1980’s

“When I look back at the 1980s I pinch myself. Did I really do all that?”

-Cynthia Payne

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to talk to you about Halloween in the 1980’s. I have always said that the 1980s was the best decade ever. And I still stand by that statement. To get a good laugh about that decade just ask me about Halloween.

First let’s look at the costumes. The popular choices of the plastic costumes were He-Man, She-Ra, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and Ghostbusters. For girls, it was Madonna inspired looks with lace gloves and teased hair. And boys were any type of monster costumes. Ben Cooper, Inc. became synonymous with Halloween for generations. The costumes were a plastic masked paired with a vinyl smock. Let’s not forget that the only thing that held the mask on our faces, and what we rested our faith in pending a disaster, consisted of two staples and a rubber band. We, also, always had that asshole friend or sibling who would walk up from behind you and pull that rubber band back and let go with it feeling like you had just been beheaded. Not to mention the tiny hold at the mouth that allowed for only a small amount of air and space to stick the tip of your tongue through that would lead to a sore or a cut by the end of the night. Yes, I wore these as well. Or for some of us costumes consisted of wearing your dad’s oversized clothes representing a hobo. And no costume was complete without using a pillowcase to hold all of our candy. Or the plastic Halloween buckets from McDonald’s in three different options such as “McBoo,” “McPunk’n,” and “McGoblin.”

Halloween decorations at home were not as intricate as they are today. Most homes consisted of carved pumpkins on the porch. And they were accompanied by  grinning skeletons or stuffed scarecrows. Inside our homes paper skeletons or stings of pumpkin lights. And the beloved bowls of candy corn on coffee tables.

The Halloween craze each year began at school with black and orange streamers, paper jack-o-lanterns, and spooky window clings. And then, there were the class parties where we would all parade around school in our costumes and eat cupcakes decorated with plastic spider rings and candy corn. There were even games that still existed like bobbing for apples and pin the nose on the pumpkin. And after all the sugar, the teachers still wanted us all to sit in our desks and be quiet. If you were lucky your school would put on a Halloween event where there was always some type of haunted house in the gym. Communities would also have fall festivals with arts and crafts, games and one thing I always remember was the local Kiwanis Club’s pancake breakfast that is no longer in existence.

Let us also not forget the “Great Candy Scare.” The 80s and 90s peaked with parental concerns about razor blades in apples and poisoned treats. And, yes, our parents checked our treats for such things. The fear led to the rise of “trunk-or-treat” events and parties at community centers offering a perceived “safer” way of celebrating. But the thrill of door-to-door candy collection could never be replaced. At the end of the night, it was customary to dump all your gathered candy into the middle of the floor and begin separating it into piles in order to inventory our candy loot.

Another thing that helped to accentuate the entire Halloween experience were the songs and movies of the time. Michael Jackson’s “Triller” was at every dance. And “The Monster Mash” was the top favorite. Movies such as “Hocus Pocus, “ “The Addams Family,” and “Beetlejuice” were always in rotation. And then for the brave were the low budget movies such as “Halloween” and “A Nightmare on Elm Street” “Friday the 13th” The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” (https://www.that80sdude.com/p/trick-or-treat-a-nostalgic-journey-into-80s-and-90s-halloween, 2024).

I was never allowed to watch those movies. Half of the fun was being able to scream at the television for the intended naked, female actor to RUN! While also screaming, “Don’t go check out the unknown sound, you idiot!”

The major change in this holiday began with the “Satanic Panic” and all out “War on Halloween” which began with conservative Christian groups viewing Halloween as a celebration of the occult and evil. This is when they began the change with alternatives like “Fall Festivals” to discourage participation in the holiday’s perceived demonic themes (https://christopheroxley.substack.com,2024). The panic was about alleged satanic crimes, not the commercialized secular celebration of trick-or-treating and costumes (https://www.cnn.com, 2019). These accusations were largely unfounded, leading to trials, imprisonment, and the destruction of lives with no basis in reality. Christian extremists continue warning people about Halloween being “Satan’s Birthday” which continue to denounce costumes and candy as the gateway to the devil. And they continue to try and convince us to celebrate “Jesus-ween” (https://www.satanictemplewashington.com, 2025).

I, personally, have never sacrificed a goat or a child in a satanic ritual from celebrating Halloween. And starting October 1st every year, I watch horror movies for the entire month. Maybe it’s like the ability to be defiant against restrictions as a minor who grew up in a conservative Christian household. Whatever the reasons, I’ve loved Halloween for the majority of my life. And for many years prior to the development of PTSD from my own trauma, I was a haunted house junkie who went to every “booger house,” haunted maze, and  haunted hayride that I could find.

I don’t believe that celebrating this holiday as something that will keep you from entering the kingdom of heaven. I believe that it’s another holiday to make memories as a child or now with my own children. I think that it’s just a holiday of having fun accompanied by fear of the unknown. And for these reasons Halloween will always be something that I celebrate. Thanks for reading. And to you I say, “Happy Halloween!”

Affirmation: I embrace the magic of this season with an open heart.

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Budtender Moment: Ghost Vapor OG Strain Review

“It’s hard to be mean when you’re stoned.”

-Bill Lee, Naked Lunch

 Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to share a strain that keeps with the image of Halloween. It’s a paranormal strain known as Ghost Vapor OG. This little beauty is one to help keep you beautifully high.

Ghost Vapor OG is an indica-dominant hybrid cross between Purple Punch x Ghost OG. And if we want to dive into the “grandparent” strains, Purple Punch is a cross of Grandaddy Purple x Larry OG. And Ghost OG is a cross of Afghani Indica x OG Kush. It’s said to be similar to the strain Brue Banner. Top terpenes are a-Bisabolol, B-Myrcene, and a-Pinene. There is supposed to be a heavy pine taste. However, I’m using a  concentrated vape cart. The taste has zero pine taste. It has a sweet taste instead. 

On a 5 scale this product is a solid 4. It’s one that needs to be used with caution with novice users. The medical effects include treating anxiety, stress and also helps with depression. I also used it for chronic pain. And it’s said to also be good for the pain of arthritis, headaches and back pain. And I totally agree. Thanks for reading! Keep smiling. And keep blazin’!

Affirmation: I am worthy of being hydrated, high, and happy.

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