To boob, or not to boob, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind of cosplayers to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fans and parents
Or to take arms against a sea of tsk-tsks,
And by opposing, end them.
To diet (to fit in a form-fitting costume) – to sleep on the floor of your con hotel suite –
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That the display of flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d of the fans to see.
For those not playing along, let’s cut to the chase. This past weekend, a cosplay maven – with distinct permission to come in her much-worked-upon Silent Hill cosplay – was jeered and leered at by some in the crowd,