I spent 5 glorious days down in San Diego where my geek-heart got its delicious fill of nummy nerd-sweat. Or… not. Comic Con is such a strange place. I realize that its this massive gathering of thousands upon thousands of people who, some of us, usually feel out of place and a bit socially awkward in any normal setting, but can come to this convention and feel “normal.” In fact, I heard a lot of “geeky” people say, “Man, I feel really normal now,” as they watched other more “decorated” fellowmen push by.
In any ordinary day-to-day setting, I find that there’s not many people who will tolerate my love of discussing the latest in the Superman Comics or what Joss Whedon is up to. Most people I even attempt to have that kind of discussion might respond with, “What’s josswhedon?” So its always fun to get up to a place where the line for Joss wraps around the building and into the atrium like an inside-out cinnamon roll. I’m still not over him not doing Wonder Woman, and of course the people who would even know that he was doing Wonder Woman are likely reading this blog or at that convention, but never sitting on their lovely laptops in the coffee shop where I spend most of my time.
Comic Con, for me, is a place to go and get the latest scoop on all of the latest tvshows and video games out there. It’s my job to live on the geeky side so I have to keep myself informed, although admittedly Kristin usually reads wired magazine to me rather than me reading it myself… but that’s besides the point!
It’s also kinda fun to observe people and how they go about their day-to-day lives and how they interact with others. There’s people who dress up in the most ridiculous and/or elaborate outfits and seem to walk around as if they’re wearing jeans and a tshirt. That takes guts, ladies! I’m not sure that more guts equals more self-esteem though, as I kinda wonder that if you were a person with a high self-esteem if putting on a costume that barely covered you would sound appealing. I once wore a Methuselah costume, which covered my entire body except for my face… and I was feeling weird. But maybe that’s just me!
What do you all think? Specifically for costumes, do you think the outfits we choose to wear is related to self-esteem at all? Or is it just a fun time to play dress up and take goofy photos?