What I Hate About October
Just like that, October is here. Once school starts back for the kids, the rest of September is a blur and before I know it, I’m staring into October. I know, I know-there are so many things to enjoy about the changing of seasons. But before I pull out my sweaters and tall boots, I just have to get off of my heart, the three biggest things I hate about October.
1.) Pumpkin Spice Lattes.
It makes me crazy when society blindly follows down a path without stopping to think as individuals. Like, when we all decided the Spice Girls were popular. Or when wind suits in the 80s were considered dressing up for women.
The Pumpkin Spice Latte fetish is such a thing, it’s even turned into a term. Like LOL, PSL now is it’s own thing. You can pull into Starbucks and say “a grande PSL please” and they know exactly what you mean. I just can’t even.
When PSL posts start exploding over my social media, I just want to start screaming and cussing at my phone. Yes, Pumpkin Spice is great. However, mass marketing has decided that if it is great for lattes, it must be great for everything else. Don’t believe me about “everything else”
Pumpkin Spice Dog Treats. Since I am 100% positive my dog doesn’t give a flying freak about October, or what flavor his dog treats are, I rest my case. If you need more proof about the takeover of October by pumpkin spice nonsense, this mashable sequence is too funny not to share.
2.) The Legging/Vest/Tall Boot combo
I love leggings more than the next person. I do. I have them in every color and if my little sister didn’t talk so much crap to me about them, I would wear them all the time. However, owning a fashion piece and knowing how to style it more than one way is a huge life hack.
Which is why, before October is full swing, this meme should be reminder to us all to wear that vest, those boots and those leggings at least 45 other ways before the end of the season. You’ve been warned.
3.) All the Pink
One thing I don’t hate about October is breast cancer awareness month, I really don’t. It’s just that it is very hard for me. This year will be especially hard. My mentor, law partner and woman I consider to be my 2nd mother lost her battle with breast cancer in June of this year. Every flash of pink is another stab to my heart.
She had beat it once before, about fifteen years ago. She was victorious and had none of the triggers that would indicate it would ever come back. She was diagnosed again last fall and it was rapid and aggressive and horrific.
Every October before this one was a celebration of her previous victory, an acknowledgement of what she had overcome. This year, all the pink feels like a middle finger in the midst of our grief. And it aches.
While I am for awareness, education and all of the things October brings with it in the name of good, I know it will be everywhere. The NFL, by kid’s soccer socks, “Save the Tatas/Mountains/Boobs” t-shirts and awareness walks. I usually love and support all of that.
I hope you all will forgive me, while I sit this year out. Living with out another someone I love, is something I really hate about October.