Free The Pumpkin!
The fall edition: on being basic, "candy for adults" and pumpkin treats. Plus, two spooky-ish shows.
Passing by my local food market the other day, I had to stop to peruse the inviting wooden baskets filled with pumpkins, gourds and rustic corn stalks. As much as I love a good grotesquely shaped gourd, the pumpkins were perfect. But I couldn’t bring myself to buy one.
Back in University, there was no season like fall. Wearing a cozy knit sweater, plaid skirt and high socks, I’d go to the same Starbucks almost every day to study, cozying up next to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking downtown Montreal. The image was complete with a warm drink in hand, but it was a salted caramel mocha—I was too afraid to order the ubiquitous pumpkin spice latte. Imagining those vile words roll off my tongue to the cashier made me cringe. I couldn’t be like all the other girls sitting around me, wearing some iteration of the same outfit, sipping on orange-hued foam. I was unique.