A recounting of my recent excursion to Chicago to attend the Chicago Comic and Entertainment Expo.
Comic cons are no different than film festivals where independent artists are trying to share their vision of an expression of life. They’re no different than throwing on a jersey, heading to downtown Indy to day drink, and then spending four hours watching men run at each other as hard as they can. No better or worse than dancing in a mass of sweaty people at a music festival. Cons give a different segment of humanity a voice, that has as much right to be heard as any other.
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