Thank Heaven for Little Girls

Last Halloween, my boyfriend and I dressed up as Abraham Lincoln and Britney Spears, respectively. My boyfriend took great care in advising me on exactly what length of Catholic-schoolgirl skirt to wear for the occasion; he picked out the knee-high socks himself, and helped me fashion the headset microphone out of Styrofoam and old Walkman headphones.

It took me a few days to realize that his conscientious attention to detail and "historical accuracy" wasn't inspired by Halloween alone -- he assumed my costume would find use after the holiday, in the context of late-night play-acting. Because my boyfriend looked so striking and commanded so much respect as President Lincoln, I felt he deserved a few months of Britney-on-demand.

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