In the US, the end of October means two things: election fever and a glut of tacky, trampy Hallowe'en costumes that seem to compete every year to sexually objectify women in ever more ersatz and confusing ways. There are now "sexy" costume options for nearly everything you can imagine: you can be a sexy bumblebee, a sexy wall-socket, or, best of all, a sexy house [2].

If more proof were needed, however, that the conception of "sexiness" peddled by the clothing and entertainment industries has almost entirely parted company with the squelchy, breathless reality of human sexual relations, I present to you: super-sexy Hallowe'en costumes. For dogs [3].