Over three years ago, I gave into a feverish dream and bought a Harley Quinn costume. It was the most disappointing, ill-fitting, poorly made $50 bucks I ever spent. But I kept it, and every Halloween since I've tried it on again just in case pixies had secretly visited and magically tailored it into an awesome, authentic-looking costume. Or I just kept it to torture myself into never being so foolish with my money again. But this year, I decided to eBay it let it molder in the back of someone else's closet. I'ma be a flapper this year.