Well, I’ve obviously failed here at Colorado. You may have heard that the dean of students has put forth the edict that we should be sensitive about our choice of Halloween costume:
For example, the CU-Boulder community has in the past witnessed and been impacted by people who dressed in costumes that included blackface or sombreros/serapes; people have also chosen costumes that portray particular cultural identities as overly sexualized, such as geishas, “squaws,” or stereotypical, such as cowboys and Indians. Additionally, some students have also hosted offensively-themed parties that reinforce negative representations of cultures as being associated with poverty (“ghetto” or “white trash/hillbilly”), or with crime or sex work.
Since political correctness on college campuses is in many ways a costume drama, I suppose this was inevitable. And how is this going to affect the pre-football ritual which features cowboy-clad cheerleaders rushing the mascot, Ralphie the Buffalo, through town? An obvious insensitivity. If I was Ralphie the Buff, I’d go on strike. I’ll have more to say about this in a separate post perhaps, but I’ve decided to borrow an idea from Ann Althouse: this Halloween, I’m going to dress up as the most frightening thing of all these days: a college administrator.