Remember the good ol' days?

When dressing up for Halloween meant donning an entirely plastic super hero outfit or raiding your grandparents' closet for over-sized threads and then spending the evening gorging on candy with no fear of safety pins in your Snickers bar?

Those days are long gone.

With Victoria's Secret having taken away any mystery of what lingerie looks like on the scantily-clad female form (my 7-year-old sister is horrified at having to look at bras and panties in the mall, walking down the street and when the mail comes ... ) and "Jersey Shore" having popularized slut-tastic behavior and garb, there are no boundaries anymore.

Especially when it comes to Halloween costumes.

Now, I'm all for self-expression ... obviously ... but, I always find it interesting to see who dresses up as what on Oct. 31.

I'm the spookalicious version of those Valentine's Day/Sweetest Day haterz who lament about lame lovers needing a special day as a reminder to validate their romance.

Personally, I don't need a special day to wear dramatic makeup, don a wig and a perhaps a little gold lamé. Everyday is dress up for me.

And I certainly don't need an excuse to dress provocatively either. But, other than a little cleav-ahhhge at a rock show or a touch of bare midriff on rare occasion (if I've really cut the carbs,) you won't catch me (scantily) dressed up as the hooker version of anything.

I call these ladies of the night "The Halloween Ho" or "Scary Skank." This is basically any costume devoid of clothing, way too abundant in boobage or having a surplus of fishnet/garter clad legs revealed teetering on skeezy heels.

Examples of this stripper's excuse for a costume are "Girl Next Door," "Victoria's Secret Angel" and "naughty nurse, French maid, cop, etc..."

I'm talking lingerie as extreme outerwear here. And not in a fashionable, tasteful way like Madonna in her tailored suit circa "Express Yourself" or the "slip dress" with a cardigan on top or even the top of a lacy bra peeking out from a crisp, button-down shirt.

I'm calling out the girls way too young to be rocking bustiers, teddies and high heels with ankle straps (and their mothers for letting them wear it) or those of any age choosing to wear "club wear" on the streets looking way more "trick" than "treat."

All too often, it's exactly the same ladies who are critical of a woman in a low-cut, tight shirt at a bar or who criticize attractive women dressed in body conscious clothing anywhere that are first in line at Frederick's of Hollywood to purchase an outfit meant for the bedroom to wear out on Milwaukee Street, North Avenue, Jefferson or in Third Ward on All Hallows Eve.

For those who use Halloween as an excuse to let their true personal style shine or to reveal their innermost desires, a Halloween costume can reveal much more than what has become all too typical: skin.