I think what threw me off the most was to see how much comicons aren’t about comics anymore. Maybe it was just a system shock on my end, but by the end I felt out of place. I looked down at my Spider-man t shirt, jeans and press badge, and I suddenly felt like I was an undercover cop who didn’t have a good enough disguise. It seemed like I needed to start trying to explain to people “I swear, I’m really a nerd! Yes our site is about pop culture! I swear this isn’t a sting, I just didn’t know the dress code!”
All in all by the end of the first day, I felt strangely out of place, not really understanding what I was seeing around me. I chalked it up to the fact that I had never been to something this big before, coupled with having been up really early for a two hour drive, and that I hadn’t eaten all day (Seriously, comicon food is REALLY expensive). My first day ended as a mixed bag of opinions, as my cohort and I walked back to our hotel, both of us feeling the same way. All we could really keep talking about was the cosplay, and we were both grumpy and tired and hungry, so we probably weren’t very kind about it. I didn’t let this deter me though, as I set to writing about my first day back in our room, I hoped that the next day I would “get it”.
Until next time, avoid the furries.
-General Dopeness
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Absolutely the best cosplay of the the con which is a perfect example of someone not going as the status quo but a character pulled from the depths of obscurity.
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