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.
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.