Fun At The Motor City Comic Con

Last weekend was the Motor City Comic Con, a big fan convention where minor celebrities sign autographs and pose for photos, dealers sell Funko Pops, action figures, movie posters, comic books, manga and anime shit I have no idea about, and various other entertainment/art bric-a-brac. A fair portion of the attendees dress up like their favorite character from obscure pop culture, whether they have the physiques to do so or not.

People walk around and look at shit and each other, buy $6 bottles of water and then line-up to piss at one of the too-few shitters.

This is what passes for *fun* in Western culture.  Not that it isn't fun.  It's fun that is grossly merchandised and monetized.  Which robs the fun of some of its fun.  But that's just a minor complaint.  As minor as the celebrities.

Here's minor celebrity Christina Ricci frazzled and exhausted from acting like she wants to be so close to the unwashed masses that support her movies and television shows:

Here's aging minor celebrity Carrie-Anne Moss talking to a dude who probably beat-off to her in the Matrix twenty years ago:

Motor City Comic Con, fun for all!