ARgggg! Agony! Well, now I feel sick to my stomach! I wrote what I thought was a harmless little stereo-typing blog filled with light sarcasm, and now I have an army of women and men that hate me. Yikes! I have re-written the blog with apologies in hot pink. Hopefully this color is a peace-making color. I can admit when I'm wrong, and I'm certainly doing it here. After making these amendments I am going to go and cry into my husband's shoulder.
This is the show that we're gearing up for this weekend! I'm super excited/nervous/bewildered/hungry about it (I always have to throw hungry in there. I swear, I can throw down a burrito the size of my head without even blinking.). The thing that I adore about steampunk conventions is that EVERYONE is there, because they ardently, passionately, almost awkwardly adore the genre. This is a huge difference between ren-fests and conventions. With many renaissance festivals, they are much more of a commercialized, "Come see jousting, cleavage, and eat a turkey leg with your family" type of events. People come there for the spectacle of the nerds. Please PLEASE don't be touchy about being a nerd. I'm trying to change the connotation of the word. I THOUGHT that "nerd" was the new "cool." Apparently, I hit a nerve here. Truly sorry.
So, yes, I love conventions. The whole air-conditioned whilst trying on warm costumes thing REALLY works for me. I also like the enthusiasm from the crowd. There are so many inside jokes and undercurrents that even MY geek level needs knocked up a few notches when I go to them. Thus, I wish nothing but success and long life to this one in Salt Lake! We have a surprisingly diversified crowd up there. And I don't have to worry about seeing any popular kids. The popular kids live there, believe me.
Once again, I'm truly sorry that I offended so many of you. It certainly was not my intent whatsoever. I seem to do that a whole lot, and I can assure you that I'm working on knowing better when to shut my mouth and not share my opinions.