Our Halloween special: Kim gets spooked by the ghost of the Spice Girls' career, royally gross sex tapes...and something even worse! Photos via Splash

Even finicky kids (or spouses) could be charmed into eating fruit that looks all boo-tiful! (Oh dear, please forgive us that pun).

If you're nervous wondering how many people have touched your Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, you could always make your own, along with a bunch of other Halloween favorites.

Who was the first person that looked at a cob of corn and wondered what it would taste like if it were candy? There is apparently a very compelling history of candy corn.

NotMartha's crawly cakes are futhermucking BRILLIANT! And also, super easy. She's so smart.

What's a two-word synonym for "awesome"? Pirate Cupcakes.

Dia De Lo Muertos isn't complete without sugar skulls, but if you're in, say, Nebraska, you may have to wing it. Luckily, here's a tutorial.

Given the holiday, I've been mulling over the idea of fear. After all, things that go bump in the dark are the subject of our childhood nightmares, and the cultural landscape in the world of monsters is pretty fascinating, in that almost all of them have to deal more with a body that doesn't look like our own. Society's fascination with weight didn't just start the moment Coco Chanel made the boy shape famous in the 1920's, it was just lurking beneath the bed.

For instance, Frankenstein? Okay, so he's had some limb transplants, but really, how many of us run in terror when we hear a coworker or friend talk about being technically dead on the operating table and then revived through modern science. No, Frankie is terrifying because he's large, has a touch of arthritis, and maybe a tinge of green. I am pretty sure that the green thing is a Hollywood addition, though. Boyfriend is just pissed off because everyone's giving him so much shit for being different. We always portray witches as being green, because otherwise we can't distance ourselves from them visually.

And his best friend, the Count? Dude has a major eating disorder. He craves blood, which is, you know, very ishy, but if you think about it, sushi is disgusting too, and yet I roll my eyes and grunt with pleasure when I have a spectacularly tasty Maki in my mouth. And we feel bad when people get pica and want to eat dirt, yet it's not disgusting (for some people) to eat steak tartare. Zombies have eating disorders too, but they're just not savvy enough to post about it on their MySpace pages.

If you're making tacos out of super-processed tofu crumbles and guzzling it down with a Diet Coke, Cynthia is here to tell you that this may not be such a good idea after all. Any idea hatched at 2 a.m. usually isn't.

Does soy protein really help your body build muscle? And is too much soy bad for women? I've heard it has been linked to breast cancer.

Any protein will help your body build muscle, so that includes both animal and vegetarian sources. Soy, hemp, rice and pea proteins are all examples of vegetarian sources. The issue with soy is sort of like everything else in this country when it comes to nutrition: are you eating too much and how clean is the source?

Processed soy, like soy protein powders, soy milk, soy dogs and those nasty little soy pellet snack things are not such a great idea for both kidney overload reasons and yes, links to breast cancer. Soy is naturally estrogenic, but this is a little confusing. Basically, it can either boost your total body's estrogen levels, or it can help even them out by attaching first to the estrogen receptors, thereby allowing your own excess estrogen to flush out. Natural soy sources, like tofu and edamame beans, can be quite healthful when eaten in moderation. And the best sources are the fermented ones like tempeh and miso soup.

Make sure all your soy is 100% organic. If not, it is probably genetically modified and full of nasty toxic residues.

Diet soda has been really getting some bad press lately. What's so bad about it? Should we really give it up?

Oh, I love Halloween. I love dressing up and going out and looking at everyone else who has dressed up and gone out and we are all going “woo!” outside, dressed up, and maybe we are enjoying a beverage but mostly we are enjoying the fact that we are dressed up, outside, and going "woo!" Also, candy. CANDY.

Of course, this year I cannot have candy (though I have enjoyed longingly snuffling big bags of Fun Size Kit-Kats), and this year I do not have plans to go anywhere or do anything, and both of those things are very sad things that put tragedy in my heart and wistfulness in my soul. Oh, candy. Oh, going outside all dressed up and going “woo!” Oh, candy.

The Spandex Absolution: If Rachael Ray claims to be a size 6, is that really a disservice to other women? Come on, is it really any of our business if she's a size 6 or 8 or 12? No one wags a finger at Beyoncé for lying about her age, citing scores of real women who cover their grey hairs. Does it really piss everyone off that Rachael claims to eat whatever she wants?

We Thought They Had It Easy: Hollywood's men are starting to be ostracized for being "overweight." First, Ryan Gosling was fired for being too fat, and then Russell Crowe is told to drop 30 pounds or get fired. Well, they are still pulling more per movie than female actors so it's not like we can feel sorry for them, but honestly, this world needs more Crowe, not less. That goes for Phillip Seymour Hoffman and John C. Reilly too.

Hail to the Queef: We choose to believe that Julianne Hough accidentally dropped a ladylike ass cloud during her dance number on DWTS this week. Perhaps she'll blame it on the wildfires.

Note to Jessica Alba: Drop the stupid Skinny Bitch book and back slowly away.

The Lesser of Two Judgments: Do you feel compelled to hide your assets in the office? Should you? Is it better to look fat than slutty?

Afternoon Snackage: Even if you don't watch baseball, apparently Taco Bell will give you a free taco! For some reason! We're sure it's very valid reason, having to do with something related to baseball and quasi Mexican food, but hey, free taco!

Our Brooke Parkhurst gets some healthy (not to mention super-luxurious) Halloween treats from Kee's Chocolates in SoHo, and a lesson on making truffles from the chocolatier herself.

Rachel Quinn is the brains behind the British blog Curvy Goddess, and she's here to tell us that the clothes don't make the woman, which is good to hear, because we're wearing flannel pajamas today. If you have a story about your body and your relationship to it that you want to share in One From The Vault, e-mail us!

All you have to do is look at my blog. Despite the dire state of British plus-size clothing, I can find anything I want in a plus size. I might have to get from the States, pay a hefty price, or get it custom-made, but whatever it is, I’ll get it.

During school and college I had no fashion sense. At college, I was glad of my grungy and metaller friends because I could stomp around in my combats and strappy vests and I blended in with everyone else.

At university I realised that I wasn’t really gothy enough to blend in with the gothy girls; and being at a university that had a 70 percent female population, there just weren't enough boys for a metal clique…so I became statement T-shirt girl. Everywhere I went I always had a cartoon character or saying emblazoned across my chest.

Today on The Daily Special: a very special new segment, and a pre-Halloween extravaganza! Photos via Splash.

A few days ago, I had a meeting with my doctoral adviser at my school, so I took a few hours off of work, drove the 120 miles to be there at 1:30 p.m., since he was only available until 2:00 p.m. I hit some traffic along the way and zipped into the short term parking at exactly 1:27. If you know me, you know that I hate being late so much that it makes me physically ill, so I was relieved knowing that I would just make it on time or be maybe a minute late. I raced into the building, hit the elevator button and then the hallway went dark. The predictable gasps of astonishment came from various rooms, then the backup generator kicked in, throwing the dim emergency lights on. Weird, I thought, and was thankful that I hadn't been inside the elevator when the power blew, but then I realized that terrorists were not attacking and I still had to get up to my advisor's office. On the eighth floor.

This is when I thought about just turning around and leaving. However, I bucked it up, because stairs are not terrorists. I should not be so frightened of stairs. And yet, by the third floor, I was trying to not audibly pant and by the fifth floor, I left the stairwell and hid in the bathroom so that I could catch my breath. I didn't want to be the fat girl who collapses into a puddle of sweat because she needs to run up eight flights of stairs, but holy fuck, eight flights of stairs is a very lot of stairs. Eight flights of stairs might be cruel and unusual punishment.