I’m dressed as a background character from the third episode of… uh… Excel Saga.
What is your problem with requiring convention patrons to respect others? Honestly, there shouldn’t even have to be a rule for it, but any group of nerds is gonna have a That Guy.
But patrons do respect each other. The creeps get kicked out pretty quick.
Provided that you have evidence for their “creepy” behaviour right & not based on He said, She said right ?
In 1972, a man named Scott Shaw went to the World Science Fiction Convention dressed in a bathing suit and at least one full jar of chunky peanut butter. Bits of peanut butter kept falling off and people kept stepping on them. On 1970s hotel carpet. To this day, 53 years later, no matter which country hosts, Worldcon prohibits the use of peanut butter as any part of a costume. Rules exist for a reason.
The creeps get kicked out pretty quick.
Now they do. Because there are rules.
I can think of a convention off the top of my head where at least one creep wrote an entire treatise on groping women at cons. This creep was welcome and celebrated at conventions for decades, until he died in 1992 of AIDS he contracted from a blood transfusion. He was the guest of honor at Worldcon in 1955.
Rules exist for a reason. Sometimes That Guy is named Isaac Asimov and no one wants to tell him no.
Like, I could just wear a nondescript white shirt with black trousers and say I’m cosplaying as a character from Chainsawman. I could even wear a wife beater with a pair of jeans and say I’m TJ from GTA.
Elaboration needed.
I’m dressed as a background character from the third episode of… uh… Excel Saga.
What is your problem with requiring convention patrons to respect others? Honestly, there shouldn’t even have to be a rule for it, but any group of nerds is gonna have a That Guy.
Stop being him.
But patrons do respect each other. The creeps get kicked out pretty quick. Provided that you have evidence for their “creepy” behaviour right & not based on He said, She said right ?
In 1972, a man named Scott Shaw went to the World Science Fiction Convention dressed in a bathing suit and at least one full jar of chunky peanut butter. Bits of peanut butter kept falling off and people kept stepping on them. On 1970s hotel carpet. To this day, 53 years later, no matter which country hosts, Worldcon prohibits the use of peanut butter as any part of a costume. Rules exist for a reason.
Now they do. Because there are rules.
I can think of a convention off the top of my head where at least one creep wrote an entire treatise on groping women at cons. This creep was welcome and celebrated at conventions for decades, until he died in 1992 of AIDS he contracted from a blood transfusion. He was the guest of honor at Worldcon in 1955.
Rules exist for a reason. Sometimes That Guy is named Isaac Asimov and no one wants to tell him no.
Hey. I’m cosplaying a GTA NPC.
Like, I could just wear a nondescript white shirt with black trousers and say I’m cosplaying as a character from Chainsawman. I could even wear a wife beater with a pair of jeans and say I’m TJ from GTA.