Here are the reasons I make an annual trip out to San Diego Comic-Con (SDCC): a) To get my picture taken by multitudes while dressed in costume (cosplaying) as my favourite characters from comics, television, and film. b) To order drinks that match the designer dresses I have no other opportunity to wear while eating delicious, bacon-wrapped, finger-sized appetizers and catching glimpses of celebrities at star-studded parties that I, a weirdo commoner from New Jersey, have…
Sulagna Misra's previous work for The Toast can be found here.
This could’ve been an essay about how long and hard it is to get to Javits Center in New York, especially from New Jersey. My train ride, which included fellow NYCC-goers that ranged from adorable braces-wearing teens to adorable adults with shiny neon wigs, gave me ample time to reflect on my last New York Comic Con. Five years ago,
Every year, I get really excited about my Halloween costume. I don’t even have a good excuse for wearing a costume on Halloween. I’m 31 years old. I don’t have a list of parties to go to, and I don’t have any kids. I could greet trick-or-treaters in jeans and a t-shirt, but I don’t. No “slutty Halloween” either for me, as it happens. I understand the appeal of having one night a year when…
Worried about what to wear this Halloween? Worry no more. (Some costumes may require a working knowledge of Edwardian-era architecture/light hand replacement.) This year, why not try dressing as:
...bell "Captain" hooks? Slash at the twin crocodiles of racism and sexism with the hooks of righteousness and self-knowledge.
