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My Lexapro Diary

 The schools in my town have banned Halloween; there is a concern that Jehovah's Witnesses feel this is a day centered on summoning evil spirits, and no one wants to cause discomfort to a Jehovah's Witness.


I understand the argument, but I wonder, is it ever possible to remove the threat of discomfort from someone's day? I think, if I could cite the possibility of discomfort as a reason for disengaging, I would do literally nothing--all day, every day.

In my new-found Lexapro fizzy-ness, I see I'm able to take an interest (once again) in the holiday. Mainly, I've been thinking about "Treehouse of Horror XX," in which Bart and Lisa Simpson plot a murder. This one shows Lisa tossing a knife at Bart's head, on a playground, and it also features Mrs. Krabappel as a Hitchcockian villainess. Finally, in Act III, Moe the bartender imprisons Homer in a basement dungeon, then persuades Marge that her spouse has abandoned her in favor of male companionship. Moe writes a "letter," in Homer's voice:

While turning gay the other day,
A thought occurred to me....
I'd like to try most every guy
From here to Timbuk-tee!

Oh, there's so many men around the world
Of every shape and size. 
I want to nibble on Jamaican jerks--
And teriyaki thighs!

That's my idea of a festive holiday season. I'm happy and relieved to have reentered the fray.



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