[Yes, my friends. I went as Rosie the Riveter. Is anyone really surprised?]
[I almost went as Moaning Myrtle. But then I realized I had left my Oxford robes at home. Oh well. Maybe next year. Who are we kidding? When you've got a chance to dress up as rockin' feminists, you dress up as rockin' feminists. Maybe I'll go as Joan of Arc again, like when I was 8.]
[Met another Rosie at the party. Go us.]
Also, I am a dork. Because I realized that my Rosie costume doubled as another propaganda piece.
But a Russian one.
["Ne boltai!" Which means, "Don't chatter," but looks more like, Keep your mouth shut!]
[Loose lips sink ships. Or something like that.]
Anyway. Happy Halloween, folks.