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A lot, it seems.
(I've decided not to write the typical con/weekend report, but concentrate on a few topics that came up as a result of -)
Corsets. Hooooookay.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm out of the loop on this one, but thanks to my theater arts background, not completely ignorant. Which means, I can look at a girl in a corset and go "yeah, that works - and I know why" - and at the same time, go "glad she's wearing it."
Thinking back to when I was forming opinions on fashion, the hemlines had just recently dropped from their micro-mini 1974 heights to just below the knees (not all bad, remember the hankerchief hemlines and sleeves?), with the optional slit up to mid-thigh or trumpet flares that demurely exposed the knees as you fluttered by.
Bras? Are you nuts? Let 'em hang where they may - but the favored neckline was again - demurely - the sweetheart, and the pussycat collar was the norm. That's buttoned up to your throat with a huuuuuge ass bow under your chin pussycat. Victoria still had a secret and JC Penney is where you got your undies. White, beige or black (which nobody in their right mind got - you couldn't wear that color under anything lighter, and Mom wouldn't allow black. No, I'm not kidding).
So a proper foundation wasn't much more than what you had walking in the door. Underalls were the newest thing - look, no panty lines! W00t! I'm not wearing pants!
And then add the fact I come from a family of medical professionals - and I read my mother's nursing manuals and her professional journals. No, I did. Mom thought it odd too - I found it fascinating. I know a whole lot more about colostomy care than any 17 year old had a right to know in 1976, but there you go -
So I knew all about things like this:
Because the lower five ribs are not attached to the sternum (breast bone), the human torso can be shaped by various techniques to produce a waistline of desirable and alluring contours. Introduced in Europe during the fifteenth century, corsets began as tightly wrapped bandages. Over the next four centuries, corsetry evolved to include stays (boards) and strings for extra-tight lacing. Respectable and virtuous Victorian women wore corsets; an "unlaced woman" (as opposed to "straight-laced") was thought to be a vessel of sin. In a desperate attempt to achieve the ideal, some women had their lower ribs surgically removed.
"Corset diseases" such as fainting, hemorrhoids, coughing, and palpitations plagued many fashionable women. Corsets could displace internal organs and cause pulmonary disease, and occasionally led to miscarriages. They were eventually replaced in the 1930s by less constricting, but still reshaping, girdles.
I'll be honest, I'm pulling from one of the few sources I could find that didn't offer corsets for sale on the internet - what I find amusing/ironic is the opinion today that corsets are SEXAY in the extreme while the historical reason people wore these things in the first place couldn't be further from it.
Ribs removed. Pulmonary disease. Uh, that's where you've restricted blood flow through enough of your body that the pressure deforms your freaking heart and lungs, disease.
Corsets. Yeah. Sign me up.
But, properly done - wow.
And some historical costumes demand them.
But - a science fiction convention? It's been a long time since I heard "you going to Loscon?" so often. Spaceships, plans for the future and all that jazz.
Well, they look hot - done properly. But I believe I reached my breaking point when I fast discovered that not every body can wear a corset. Matter of fact, even the bones of the strongest steel have a weight limit.
Anime congoers, you know what I mean by there should be a weight limit on spandex.
Watching a large number of 450 - 500 lb. women wearing corsets verged on the jaw-dropping. I don't get it.
I'm trying to be gentle. I'm not talking about women between 150 to even 300 lbs.
These folks were in the dealer's room. Take a look under "Victorian Corset." The model is a size 24. The company is committed to making clothes to fit everyone, there's no complaint there whatsoever - but triple that model's size. (BTW, I'm making shameless use of these folks' website to provide an illustration - they're terrific people and power to them.)
The corset did nothing to change her shape. She looked like a meatball in satin-and-boned traction.
And she wasn't alone.
I don't think furries twigged me like they did. Smelly otaku, fine, narsty - but there's something about the oblivious self-injury, delusional quality of that image that has stuck like none other from this weekend.
Some of the other, older fen were doing the doubletake like I was - and you could also see lips curling. Because in a lot of cases, the woman in question had also turned her body into a graphic novel and had so many pieces of metal piecing various parts of anatomy, you wondered if they moonlighted as a radio antenna.
She's already shown that she prefers self-mutilation and has no self-respect. It's all right for her to hurt herself, she doesn't know any better. Case closed.
THAT should bug anyone. Welcome to "It's acceptable if you agree with me" BayCon.
If someone asked my opinion? "You're too heavy for that garment. You asked."
Observation of the weekend. Your mileage may vary.
(I've decided not to write the typical con/weekend report, but concentrate on a few topics that came up as a result of -)
Corsets. Hooooookay.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm out of the loop on this one, but thanks to my theater arts background, not completely ignorant. Which means, I can look at a girl in a corset and go "yeah, that works - and I know why" - and at the same time, go "glad she's wearing it."
Thinking back to when I was forming opinions on fashion, the hemlines had just recently dropped from their micro-mini 1974 heights to just below the knees (not all bad, remember the hankerchief hemlines and sleeves?), with the optional slit up to mid-thigh or trumpet flares that demurely exposed the knees as you fluttered by.
Bras? Are you nuts? Let 'em hang where they may - but the favored neckline was again - demurely - the sweetheart, and the pussycat collar was the norm. That's buttoned up to your throat with a huuuuuge ass bow under your chin pussycat. Victoria still had a secret and JC Penney is where you got your undies. White, beige or black (which nobody in their right mind got - you couldn't wear that color under anything lighter, and Mom wouldn't allow black. No, I'm not kidding).
So a proper foundation wasn't much more than what you had walking in the door. Underalls were the newest thing - look, no panty lines! W00t! I'm not wearing pants!
And then add the fact I come from a family of medical professionals - and I read my mother's nursing manuals and her professional journals. No, I did. Mom thought it odd too - I found it fascinating. I know a whole lot more about colostomy care than any 17 year old had a right to know in 1976, but there you go -
So I knew all about things like this:
Because the lower five ribs are not attached to the sternum (breast bone), the human torso can be shaped by various techniques to produce a waistline of desirable and alluring contours. Introduced in Europe during the fifteenth century, corsets began as tightly wrapped bandages. Over the next four centuries, corsetry evolved to include stays (boards) and strings for extra-tight lacing. Respectable and virtuous Victorian women wore corsets; an "unlaced woman" (as opposed to "straight-laced") was thought to be a vessel of sin. In a desperate attempt to achieve the ideal, some women had their lower ribs surgically removed.
"Corset diseases" such as fainting, hemorrhoids, coughing, and palpitations plagued many fashionable women. Corsets could displace internal organs and cause pulmonary disease, and occasionally led to miscarriages. They were eventually replaced in the 1930s by less constricting, but still reshaping, girdles.
I'll be honest, I'm pulling from one of the few sources I could find that didn't offer corsets for sale on the internet - what I find amusing/ironic is the opinion today that corsets are SEXAY in the extreme while the historical reason people wore these things in the first place couldn't be further from it.
Ribs removed. Pulmonary disease. Uh, that's where you've restricted blood flow through enough of your body that the pressure deforms your freaking heart and lungs, disease.
Corsets. Yeah. Sign me up.
But, properly done - wow.
And some historical costumes demand them.
But - a science fiction convention? It's been a long time since I heard "you going to Loscon?" so often. Spaceships, plans for the future and all that jazz.
Well, they look hot - done properly. But I believe I reached my breaking point when I fast discovered that not every body can wear a corset. Matter of fact, even the bones of the strongest steel have a weight limit.
Anime congoers, you know what I mean by there should be a weight limit on spandex.
Watching a large number of 450 - 500 lb. women wearing corsets verged on the jaw-dropping. I don't get it.
I'm trying to be gentle. I'm not talking about women between 150 to even 300 lbs.
These folks were in the dealer's room. Take a look under "Victorian Corset." The model is a size 24. The company is committed to making clothes to fit everyone, there's no complaint there whatsoever - but triple that model's size. (BTW, I'm making shameless use of these folks' website to provide an illustration - they're terrific people and power to them.)
The corset did nothing to change her shape. She looked like a meatball in satin-and-boned traction.
And she wasn't alone.
I don't think furries twigged me like they did. Smelly otaku, fine, narsty - but there's something about the oblivious self-injury, delusional quality of that image that has stuck like none other from this weekend.
Some of the other, older fen were doing the doubletake like I was - and you could also see lips curling. Because in a lot of cases, the woman in question had also turned her body into a graphic novel and had so many pieces of metal piecing various parts of anatomy, you wondered if they moonlighted as a radio antenna.
She's already shown that she prefers self-mutilation and has no self-respect. It's all right for her to hurt herself, she doesn't know any better. Case closed.
THAT should bug anyone. Welcome to "It's acceptable if you agree with me" BayCon.
If someone asked my opinion? "You're too heavy for that garment. You asked."
Observation of the weekend. Your mileage may vary.
A lot, it seems.
(I've decided not to write the typical con/weekend report, but concentrate on a few topics that came up as a result of -)
Corsets. Hooooookay.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm out of the loop on this one, but thanks to my theater arts background, not completely ignorant. Which means, I can look at a girl in a corset and go "yeah, that works - and I know why" - and at the same time, go "glad she's wearing it."
Thinking back to when I was forming opinions on fashion, the hemlines had just recently dropped from their micro-mini 1974 heights to just below the knees (not all bad, remember the hankerchief hemlines and sleeves?), with the optional slit up to mid-thigh or trumpet flares that demurely exposed the knees as you fluttered by.
Bras? Are you nuts? Let 'em hang where they may - but the favored neckline was again - demurely - the sweetheart, and the pussycat collar was the norm. That's buttoned up to your throat with a huuuuuge ass bow under your chin pussycat. Victoria still had a secret and JC Penney is where you got your undies. White, beige or black (which nobody in their right mind got - you couldn't wear that color under anything lighter, and Mom wouldn't allow black. No, I'm not kidding).
So a proper foundation wasn't much more than what you had walking in the door. Underalls were the newest thing - look, no panty lines! W00t! I'm not wearing pants!
And then add the fact I come from a family of medical professionals - and I read my mother's nursing manuals and her professional journals. No, I did. Mom thought it odd too - I found it fascinating. I know a whole lot more about colostomy care than any 17 year old had a right to know in 1976, but there you go -
So I knew all about things like this:
Because the lower five ribs are not attached to the sternum (breast bone), the human torso can be shaped by various techniques to produce a waistline of desirable and alluring contours. Introduced in Europe during the fifteenth century, corsets began as tightly wrapped bandages. Over the next four centuries, corsetry evolved to include stays (boards) and strings for extra-tight lacing. Respectable and virtuous Victorian women wore corsets; an "unlaced woman" (as opposed to "straight-laced") was thought to be a vessel of sin. In a desperate attempt to achieve the ideal, some women had their lower ribs surgically removed.
"Corset diseases" such as fainting, hemorrhoids, coughing, and palpitations plagued many fashionable women. Corsets could displace internal organs and cause pulmonary disease, and occasionally led to miscarriages. They were eventually replaced in the 1930s by less constricting, but still reshaping, girdles.
I'll be honest, I'm pulling from one of the few sources I could find that didn't offer corsets for sale on the internet - what I find amusing/ironic is the opinion today that corsets are SEXAY in the extreme while the historical reason people wore these things in the first place couldn't be further from it.
Ribs removed. Pulmonary disease. Uh, that's where you've restricted blood flow through enough of your body that the pressure deforms your freaking heart and lungs, disease.
Corsets. Yeah. Sign me up.
But, properly done - wow.
And some historical costumes demand them.
But - a science fiction convention? It's been a long time since I heard "you going to Loscon?" so often. Spaceships, plans for the future and all that jazz.
Well, they look hot - done properly. But I believe I reached my breaking point when I fast discovered that not every body can wear a corset. Matter of fact, even the bones of the strongest steel have a weight limit.
Anime congoers, you know what I mean by there should be a weight limit on spandex.
Watching a large number of 450 - 500 lb. women wearing corsets verged on the jaw-dropping. I don't get it.
I'm trying to be gentle. I'm not talking about women between 150 to even 300 lbs.
These folks were in the dealer's room. Take a look under "Victorian Corset." The model is a size 24. The company is committed to making clothes to fit everyone, there's no complaint there whatsoever - but triple that model's size. (BTW, I'm making shameless use of these folks' website to provide an illustration - they're terrific people and power to them.)
The corset did nothing to change her shape. She looked like a meatball in satin-and-boned traction.
And she wasn't alone.
I don't think furries twigged me like they did. Smelly otaku, fine, narsty - but there's something about the oblivious self-injury, delusional quality of that image that has stuck like none other from this weekend.
Some of the other, older fen were doing the doubletake like I was - and you could also see lips curling. Because in a lot of cases, the woman in question had also turned her body into a graphic novel and had so many pieces of metal piecing various parts of anatomy, you wondered if they moonlighted as a radio antenna.
She's already shown that she prefers self-mutilation and has no self-respect. It's all right for her to hurt herself, she doesn't know any better. Case closed.
THAT should bug anyone. Welcome to "It's acceptable if you agree with me" BayCon.
If someone asked my opinion? "You're too heavy for that garment. You asked."
Observation of the weekend. Your mileage may vary.
(I've decided not to write the typical con/weekend report, but concentrate on a few topics that came up as a result of -)
Corsets. Hooooookay.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm out of the loop on this one, but thanks to my theater arts background, not completely ignorant. Which means, I can look at a girl in a corset and go "yeah, that works - and I know why" - and at the same time, go "glad she's wearing it."
Thinking back to when I was forming opinions on fashion, the hemlines had just recently dropped from their micro-mini 1974 heights to just below the knees (not all bad, remember the hankerchief hemlines and sleeves?), with the optional slit up to mid-thigh or trumpet flares that demurely exposed the knees as you fluttered by.
Bras? Are you nuts? Let 'em hang where they may - but the favored neckline was again - demurely - the sweetheart, and the pussycat collar was the norm. That's buttoned up to your throat with a huuuuuge ass bow under your chin pussycat. Victoria still had a secret and JC Penney is where you got your undies. White, beige or black (which nobody in their right mind got - you couldn't wear that color under anything lighter, and Mom wouldn't allow black. No, I'm not kidding).
So a proper foundation wasn't much more than what you had walking in the door. Underalls were the newest thing - look, no panty lines! W00t! I'm not wearing pants!
And then add the fact I come from a family of medical professionals - and I read my mother's nursing manuals and her professional journals. No, I did. Mom thought it odd too - I found it fascinating. I know a whole lot more about colostomy care than any 17 year old had a right to know in 1976, but there you go -
So I knew all about things like this:
Because the lower five ribs are not attached to the sternum (breast bone), the human torso can be shaped by various techniques to produce a waistline of desirable and alluring contours. Introduced in Europe during the fifteenth century, corsets began as tightly wrapped bandages. Over the next four centuries, corsetry evolved to include stays (boards) and strings for extra-tight lacing. Respectable and virtuous Victorian women wore corsets; an "unlaced woman" (as opposed to "straight-laced") was thought to be a vessel of sin. In a desperate attempt to achieve the ideal, some women had their lower ribs surgically removed.
"Corset diseases" such as fainting, hemorrhoids, coughing, and palpitations plagued many fashionable women. Corsets could displace internal organs and cause pulmonary disease, and occasionally led to miscarriages. They were eventually replaced in the 1930s by less constricting, but still reshaping, girdles.
I'll be honest, I'm pulling from one of the few sources I could find that didn't offer corsets for sale on the internet - what I find amusing/ironic is the opinion today that corsets are SEXAY in the extreme while the historical reason people wore these things in the first place couldn't be further from it.
Ribs removed. Pulmonary disease. Uh, that's where you've restricted blood flow through enough of your body that the pressure deforms your freaking heart and lungs, disease.
Corsets. Yeah. Sign me up.
But, properly done - wow.
And some historical costumes demand them.
But - a science fiction convention? It's been a long time since I heard "you going to Loscon?" so often. Spaceships, plans for the future and all that jazz.
Well, they look hot - done properly. But I believe I reached my breaking point when I fast discovered that not every body can wear a corset. Matter of fact, even the bones of the strongest steel have a weight limit.
Anime congoers, you know what I mean by there should be a weight limit on spandex.
Watching a large number of 450 - 500 lb. women wearing corsets verged on the jaw-dropping. I don't get it.
I'm trying to be gentle. I'm not talking about women between 150 to even 300 lbs.
These folks were in the dealer's room. Take a look under "Victorian Corset." The model is a size 24. The company is committed to making clothes to fit everyone, there's no complaint there whatsoever - but triple that model's size. (BTW, I'm making shameless use of these folks' website to provide an illustration - they're terrific people and power to them.)
The corset did nothing to change her shape. She looked like a meatball in satin-and-boned traction.
And she wasn't alone.
I don't think furries twigged me like they did. Smelly otaku, fine, narsty - but there's something about the oblivious self-injury, delusional quality of that image that has stuck like none other from this weekend.
Some of the other, older fen were doing the doubletake like I was - and you could also see lips curling. Because in a lot of cases, the woman in question had also turned her body into a graphic novel and had so many pieces of metal piecing various parts of anatomy, you wondered if they moonlighted as a radio antenna.
She's already shown that she prefers self-mutilation and has no self-respect. It's all right for her to hurt herself, she doesn't know any better. Case closed.
THAT should bug anyone. Welcome to "It's acceptable if you agree with me" BayCon.
If someone asked my opinion? "You're too heavy for that garment. You asked."
Observation of the weekend. Your mileage may vary.
A lot, it seems.
(I've decided not to write the typical con/weekend report, but concentrate on a few topics that came up as a result of -)
Corsets. Hooooookay.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm out of the loop on this one, but thanks to my theater arts background, not completely ignorant. Which means, I can look at a girl in a corset and go "yeah, that works - and I know why" - and at the same time, go "glad she's wearing it."
Thinking back to when I was forming opinions on fashion, the hemlines had just recently dropped from their micro-mini 1974 heights to just below the knees (not all bad, remember the hankerchief hemlines and sleeves?), with the optional slit up to mid-thigh or trumpet flares that demurely exposed the knees as you fluttered by.
Bras? Are you nuts? Let 'em hang where they may - but the favored neckline was again - demurely - the sweetheart, and the pussycat collar was the norm. That's buttoned up to your throat with a huuuuuge ass bow under your chin pussycat. Victoria still had a secret and JC Penney is where you got your undies. White, beige or black (which nobody in their right mind got - you couldn't wear that color under anything lighter, and Mom wouldn't allow black. No, I'm not kidding).
So a proper foundation wasn't much more than what you had walking in the door. Underalls were the newest thing - look, no panty lines! W00t! I'm not wearing pants!
And then add the fact I come from a family of medical professionals - and I read my mother's nursing manuals and her professional journals. No, I did. Mom thought it odd too - I found it fascinating. I know a whole lot more about colostomy care than any 17 year old had a right to know in 1976, but there you go -
So I knew all about things like this:
Because the lower five ribs are not attached to the sternum (breast bone), the human torso can be shaped by various techniques to produce a waistline of desirable and alluring contours. Introduced in Europe during the fifteenth century, corsets began as tightly wrapped bandages. Over the next four centuries, corsetry evolved to include stays (boards) and strings for extra-tight lacing. Respectable and virtuous Victorian women wore corsets; an "unlaced woman" (as opposed to "straight-laced") was thought to be a vessel of sin. In a desperate attempt to achieve the ideal, some women had their lower ribs surgically removed.
"Corset diseases" such as fainting, hemorrhoids, coughing, and palpitations plagued many fashionable women. Corsets could displace internal organs and cause pulmonary disease, and occasionally led to miscarriages. They were eventually replaced in the 1930s by less constricting, but still reshaping, girdles.
I'll be honest, I'm pulling from one of the few sources I could find that didn't offer corsets for sale on the internet - what I find amusing/ironic is the opinion today that corsets are SEXAY in the extreme while the historical reason people wore these things in the first place couldn't be further from it.
Ribs removed. Pulmonary disease. Uh, that's where you've restricted blood flow through enough of your body that the pressure deforms your freaking heart and lungs, disease.
Corsets. Yeah. Sign me up.
But, properly done - wow.
And some historical costumes demand them.
But - a science fiction convention? It's been a long time since I heard "you going to Loscon?" so often. Spaceships, plans for the future and all that jazz.
Well, they look hot - done properly. But I believe I reached my breaking point when I fast discovered that not every body can wear a corset. Matter of fact, even the bones of the strongest steel have a weight limit.
Anime congoers, you know what I mean by there should be a weight limit on spandex.
Watching a large number of 450 - 500 lb. women wearing corsets verged on the jaw-dropping. I don't get it.
I'm trying to be gentle. I'm not talking about women between 150 to even 300 lbs.
These folks were in the dealer's room. Take a look under "Victorian Corset." The model is a size 24. The company is committed to making clothes to fit everyone, there's no complaint there whatsoever - but triple that model's size. (BTW, I'm making shameless use of these folks' website to provide an illustration - they're terrific people and power to them.)
The corset did nothing to change her shape. She looked like a meatball in satin-and-boned traction.
And she wasn't alone.
I don't think furries twigged me like they did. Smelly otaku, fine, narsty - but there's something about the oblivious self-injury, delusional quality of that image that has stuck like none other from this weekend.
Some of the other, older fen were doing the doubletake like I was - and you could also see lips curling. Because in a lot of cases, the woman in question had also turned her body into a graphic novel and had so many pieces of metal piecing various parts of anatomy, you wondered if they moonlighted as a radio antenna.
She's already shown that she prefers self-mutilation and has no self-respect. It's all right for her to hurt herself, she doesn't know any better. Case closed.
THAT should bug anyone. Welcome to "It's acceptable if you agree with me" BayCon.
If someone asked my opinion? "You're too heavy for that garment. You asked."
Observation of the weekend. Your mileage may vary.
(I've decided not to write the typical con/weekend report, but concentrate on a few topics that came up as a result of -)
Corsets. Hooooookay.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm out of the loop on this one, but thanks to my theater arts background, not completely ignorant. Which means, I can look at a girl in a corset and go "yeah, that works - and I know why" - and at the same time, go "glad she's wearing it."
Thinking back to when I was forming opinions on fashion, the hemlines had just recently dropped from their micro-mini 1974 heights to just below the knees (not all bad, remember the hankerchief hemlines and sleeves?), with the optional slit up to mid-thigh or trumpet flares that demurely exposed the knees as you fluttered by.
Bras? Are you nuts? Let 'em hang where they may - but the favored neckline was again - demurely - the sweetheart, and the pussycat collar was the norm. That's buttoned up to your throat with a huuuuuge ass bow under your chin pussycat. Victoria still had a secret and JC Penney is where you got your undies. White, beige or black (which nobody in their right mind got - you couldn't wear that color under anything lighter, and Mom wouldn't allow black. No, I'm not kidding).
So a proper foundation wasn't much more than what you had walking in the door. Underalls were the newest thing - look, no panty lines! W00t! I'm not wearing pants!
And then add the fact I come from a family of medical professionals - and I read my mother's nursing manuals and her professional journals. No, I did. Mom thought it odd too - I found it fascinating. I know a whole lot more about colostomy care than any 17 year old had a right to know in 1976, but there you go -
So I knew all about things like this:
Because the lower five ribs are not attached to the sternum (breast bone), the human torso can be shaped by various techniques to produce a waistline of desirable and alluring contours. Introduced in Europe during the fifteenth century, corsets began as tightly wrapped bandages. Over the next four centuries, corsetry evolved to include stays (boards) and strings for extra-tight lacing. Respectable and virtuous Victorian women wore corsets; an "unlaced woman" (as opposed to "straight-laced") was thought to be a vessel of sin. In a desperate attempt to achieve the ideal, some women had their lower ribs surgically removed.
"Corset diseases" such as fainting, hemorrhoids, coughing, and palpitations plagued many fashionable women. Corsets could displace internal organs and cause pulmonary disease, and occasionally led to miscarriages. They were eventually replaced in the 1930s by less constricting, but still reshaping, girdles.
I'll be honest, I'm pulling from one of the few sources I could find that didn't offer corsets for sale on the internet - what I find amusing/ironic is the opinion today that corsets are SEXAY in the extreme while the historical reason people wore these things in the first place couldn't be further from it.
Ribs removed. Pulmonary disease. Uh, that's where you've restricted blood flow through enough of your body that the pressure deforms your freaking heart and lungs, disease.
Corsets. Yeah. Sign me up.
But, properly done - wow.
And some historical costumes demand them.
But - a science fiction convention? It's been a long time since I heard "you going to Loscon?" so often. Spaceships, plans for the future and all that jazz.
Well, they look hot - done properly. But I believe I reached my breaking point when I fast discovered that not every body can wear a corset. Matter of fact, even the bones of the strongest steel have a weight limit.
Anime congoers, you know what I mean by there should be a weight limit on spandex.
Watching a large number of 450 - 500 lb. women wearing corsets verged on the jaw-dropping. I don't get it.
I'm trying to be gentle. I'm not talking about women between 150 to even 300 lbs.
These folks were in the dealer's room. Take a look under "Victorian Corset." The model is a size 24. The company is committed to making clothes to fit everyone, there's no complaint there whatsoever - but triple that model's size. (BTW, I'm making shameless use of these folks' website to provide an illustration - they're terrific people and power to them.)
The corset did nothing to change her shape. She looked like a meatball in satin-and-boned traction.
And she wasn't alone.
I don't think furries twigged me like they did. Smelly otaku, fine, narsty - but there's something about the oblivious self-injury, delusional quality of that image that has stuck like none other from this weekend.
Some of the other, older fen were doing the doubletake like I was - and you could also see lips curling. Because in a lot of cases, the woman in question had also turned her body into a graphic novel and had so many pieces of metal piecing various parts of anatomy, you wondered if they moonlighted as a radio antenna.
She's already shown that she prefers self-mutilation and has no self-respect. It's all right for her to hurt herself, she doesn't know any better. Case closed.
THAT should bug anyone. Welcome to "It's acceptable if you agree with me" BayCon.
If someone asked my opinion? "You're too heavy for that garment. You asked."
Observation of the weekend. Your mileage may vary.
Dr. Doolittle?
Jun. 1st, 2004 09:15 pmWe had seven kids show up on the doorstep this evening - ding dong! Not one of them over nine. They had a puppy and a kitten with them.
When Jim spent about half an hour with them before shooing them home, they came back with a pregnant guinea pig.
Next time, I want a parent. I'm going to go to their house for one, I'm telling you.
Seven of them. Talking at once.
I guess we can stay. I guess.
Oh, we can do this. You should have seen him.
When Jim spent about half an hour with them before shooing them home, they came back with a pregnant guinea pig.
Next time, I want a parent. I'm going to go to their house for one, I'm telling you.
Seven of them. Talking at once.
I guess we can stay. I guess.
Oh, we can do this. You should have seen him.
Dr. Doolittle?
Jun. 1st, 2004 09:15 pmWe had seven kids show up on the doorstep this evening - ding dong! Not one of them over nine. They had a puppy and a kitten with them.
When Jim spent about half an hour with them before shooing them home, they came back with a pregnant guinea pig.
Next time, I want a parent. I'm going to go to their house for one, I'm telling you.
Seven of them. Talking at once.
I guess we can stay. I guess.
Oh, we can do this. You should have seen him.
When Jim spent about half an hour with them before shooing them home, they came back with a pregnant guinea pig.
Next time, I want a parent. I'm going to go to their house for one, I'm telling you.
Seven of them. Talking at once.
I guess we can stay. I guess.
Oh, we can do this. You should have seen him.
Dr. Doolittle?
Jun. 1st, 2004 09:15 pmWe had seven kids show up on the doorstep this evening - ding dong! Not one of them over nine. They had a puppy and a kitten with them.
When Jim spent about half an hour with them before shooing them home, they came back with a pregnant guinea pig.
Next time, I want a parent. I'm going to go to their house for one, I'm telling you.
Seven of them. Talking at once.
I guess we can stay. I guess.
Oh, we can do this. You should have seen him.
When Jim spent about half an hour with them before shooing them home, they came back with a pregnant guinea pig.
Next time, I want a parent. I'm going to go to their house for one, I'm telling you.
Seven of them. Talking at once.
I guess we can stay. I guess.
Oh, we can do this. You should have seen him.