So after a few centuries of procrastination, I've finally wrangled out of Doug the Con Survival Guide he's been promising me. As an extra added bonus he included within its pages the Con on a Budget article he'd been thinking of writing as well.
Experience pro or newly thinking about hitting a convention, there's a lot of good advice in this article based on several years of experience going to these things. Give it a go; it may just save your life...or at the very least your convention experience.
This was specifically supposed to be just an article on how to attend a convention on a budget. However, there is other advice and tips that go beyond budget and touch on the realm of survival. By survival I'm not necessarily talking about saving your life...I’m talking about saving your experience. It does not take much to make a potentially good con experience go south and turn it into a nightmare due to an illness, injury, or other mishap.
And for our first bit of drama silliness, we have my take on a movement that is ripe for so much crap that we could open up a soil building plant and get rich off the proceeds. That being this cosplay =/= consent movement and everything that's coming with it. I honestly don't have very much good to say about it, but the reasons you'll see when you check out my thoughts on it.
Due to the nature of this particular article, I must again point out, this is my point of view, and honestly on a subject I would have preferred to keep to myself. The site itself, other contributors and/or managers, are not responsible for what I have written; it's all on me. So why not get up there and check out what all the hubbub is about? It may be coming to screw up your favorite convention sooner than you think.
I had a whole review planned out for our triumphant return. It was going to be equal parts glowing praise and blood soaked slaughter...well, maybe mostly blood soaked slaughter...can't believe they dropped the ball on Mao Yuusha's anime that badly. Then THIS came along...good lord, hasn't this shit burned itself out yet? Darkest before the dawn, remember that kiddies. Buckle up, we're going for a ride down this fucking rabbit hole of Cosplay =/= Consent.
Whilst walking through Fanime bright and cheery, I stumbled across a fangirl lovely and pretty. Her boyfriend hovered o'er her dark and blearly, from the bounds of hell, did he seem quite leary, of the fanboy attention she did receive. Pausing not to wonder why my meter is now askew, epiphany struck like morning dew. So here are my words to give it definition; dear brave souls, we have become transcendant in our mission.