Um, so I really like cats. I like them so much that, when I was around eight years old and saw the film Batman Returns for the first time, it was like someone had entered my dreams, took notes, then incorporated their findings into a screenplay. The apartment whose entirety is pink, stuffed animals all over the place, neighborhood cats lounging around by the windowsill – until Michelle Pfeiffer’s Selina Kyle garbage-disposes of the stuffies and spraypaints her walls black, it’s like I’m looking straight into heaven.
Throughout Catwoman’s history, she’s been a brunette, so, again, I’m doing a pseudo-cheat here. But, again-again, my excuse is that I hadn’t paid much attention until the nineties version with Ms. Pfeiffer donning the leather and makeshift claws. And, though most fashions and looks of that time are so completely outdated by now, I still find myself longing for her disheveled hair and simple tweed suits.
I can’t believe I’ve never gone as an actual Catwoman for Halloween; I’ve gone as a cat hundreds of times (and, no, not “slutty cat”, just regular “cat”).