Because I won’t.
I haven’t been to Wizard World before, actually, so I don’t know if it is heavy on the dudes creeping on teen cosplayers, or booth babes, or whatever. But if you will be up there, and you’re so inclined, keep an eye out! Anyone who sends me a photo ( email@example.com), I’ll post it here.
I’m still toying with NYCC but it’s not like I have a budget to travel on (any rich companies wishing to sponsor me, I’ll send you that Paypal info lickety split), so it’s up in the air. Whether I get to go or not, I’d like to think that some of you who are reading this, and will be attending, would be vigilant enough to catch some creepsters in the act. Let me know!
Oh right! I forgot this shot; it was sent to me from artist @geoffsebesta.
Here we have a woman who is hitting up the con in her REALLY awesome Wonder Woman costume (seriously, good job, faceless lady!), and someone sees her, and is like, “You look rad, I’d like to take your photo,” and she’s like “Sure” and strikes a pose a la the real Wonder Woman, and this guy, wandering back to the exhibition hall from maybe getting a cookie at Mrs. Fields is like OH SHIT I CAN’T LET THIS PASS; and whips out his camera phone for a grainy, probably blurry shot of this woman’s ass. For no other reason than the fact that she is turned around, and WHY NOT RIGHT? IT’S A FREE COUNTRY, SHUT UP.
The ones with an asterisk are things I heard/saw; everything else came from my Twitter feed or were emailed to me.
*Forgot to mention; there was a bespectacled man outside Hall C saying in a flat monotone, “oh baby, oh baby” to every woman that walked by.
-@jerslater: Creepy nerd tries to roll up a dollar and slip it in booth babe’s shirt. “Thass for you,” he lisps. I walk off, laughing hysterically.
-@DavidUzumeri: Just saw a dude with a painting of Chloe moretz as hitgirl posing under sheets in a bed possibly nude. Want to punch both him and the artist (WTF; this still gets me— I wish I knew who would complete such a fucked up commission)
*OH: dude preparing to take photos of 2 cosplaying chicks adjusting their tops: “oh, yeah, keep adjusting.
-OH: Steampunk weirdo gesturing towards Steampunk lady’s boobs 10 feet away, “those are some peaches in a basket”.
-@jephjacques: Pretty girl posing with R2-D2. Creepy motherfucker standing behind her, photographing her ass.
-@kittykatemeow: Dear Men at Comic Con, I don’t mind taking a picture for you, but doing it candid while im waiting in line is just creepy (i believe she went to the con dressed as leia)
-@nerdabouttown: Just seen: She-Ra slightly bent, getting something from her bf’s bag, fat nerd quickly taking cellphone shot of her butt
*I just passed a white guy who keeps bowing to Asian girls as they walk by. Ech
Email from Jess: Saturday I definitely had to elbow a guy pressing his crotch to my ass in the crowd near Sideshow Collectibles. It was shoulder to shoulder and congested thru the aisle but it was certainly no accident, he did it at least 5 times as we slowly moved through the crowd. I elbowed him in the stomach, and I hope I am wrong but I think I heard him laugh.
My first night there, Preview Night, I left the table to go to the restroom. I passed two large men. I am only 5’4, so most creatures over 5’8 register as large with me. Anyway, they seemed large. I walked past them, minding my own business and bladder, and right as I passed by, I heard the one with a goatee say under his breath, “Day-um lookit them titties”.
Hilariously, despite “gearing up” to take photos and tweet about this very shit, I completely blanked on anything to say. I just stopped in my tracks and stared after them. I saw him say something for his friend’s benefit and when they both looked back I gave them my very best Evil Eye (i can look really fucking mean). The first one looked taken aback/surprised, but they kept walking. I was momentarily mad at myself for not chasing them or unleashing a barrage of insults—that’s typically my M.O—but I ended up just laughing. Because WTF. We were a half hour into Comic Con. I realized then too that not everything could be documented, unless I and every woman at the show were to be equipped with a wire. And I didn’t have that great of a budget. So.
In similar news, I found myself walking through the food truck lot over at 1st Avenue, and as I passed a dude who referred to my boobs as “thangs”. I can’t really remember the context but seriously? This time I didn’t forget that I am typically incredibly foul-mouthed and yelled at him, calling him an asshole, without breaking stride. I muttered a “Sorry” to the shocked teenage girl that was standing near me. I’m sure I looked like a total nutcase, but that’s the problem with some women: they’re too afraid to LOOK like a nutcase, so they don’t call out people who offend them. And so a guy will comment on your “thangs” or your ass, and you don’t say anything, so they’ll say something to the next girl, and the next woman, and they don’t change their behavior, because no one is showing them it’s wrong. ***
That was pretty much it, as things related strictly to me. It’s actually sort of sad when you look at a stretch of 4.5 days and you only get verbally harassed twice, and you think, “wow, that wasn’t bad at all!” because you expected worse.
***Update. It was suggested that I was shaming women who may not speak up in regards to this sort of behavior. I just wanna hop up here and say no, that’s not what I’m *trying* to do. To clarify—and this is something the few guys reading this may not get— sometimes it is either not safe to do so, or your brain just sort of…. doesn’t react. I’ve been in that position. While it is my M.O these days to yell at people, I’ve been in a situation where I absolutely can’t. It’s no one’s fault, if they are harassed by someone else, and they don’t react, and yell. I’m not saying someone should be ashamed, or that THEY were wrong. There are some women—some who I actually have talked to—who don’t say anything because they don’t want to look crazy. I’m not saying everyone is like that. I do not mean to group everyone into that “afraid to offend polite society” group. And that’s why I said “some” women. We’re all different, and have been in different situations with different circumstances, and I don’t presume to know any more about anyone else’s past confrontations than they do about mine. I’m sorry if I made it sound like I think anyone should be responsible for their own harassment. It’s not the case.
Before you say anything: I was gone. Okay? I was gone, away from a computer, and hanging out on a raft on a lake, and I was drinking and there were birds singing and it was great, just great. So I didn’t post any pictures from Comic Con.
Here they are now, just as the con and I have faded from your collective memory.
Tropical Shirt Guy! Right! I forgot about this guy. Despite his not looking like the most athletic gentleman, he ran up, nearly trampling a child (or was it Seth Green?) at the toy collector booth at the end of the row, then stopping abruptly to get off at least two shots of some Booth Babe Asses.
Here’s my thing about the Booth Babes— they’re in bikinis; they’re dressed to get attention for whatever product they’re pushing. They, as they are paid to be, are engaging with the attendees and often will take photos. Yes, I got an eyeful that weekend, and yes, they are likely just as aware as you and I that people are grody and they are going to be exposed to some grodiness. It doesn’t change the fact that a full-grown man fucking running 20 yards because they saw a glimpse of flesh shimmering in the distance like an oasis in a desert in order to pull out a camera with a zoom lens and zero in on the target is just WEIRD.
Oh, and here’s another one. This is the one where the guy took so long zooming in, and adjusting his composition that I had time to get my phone, stand up, walk around my table, walk about oh, 25 feet, turn, and take his photo. He was still snapping photos. I distinctly heard him say to his friend, grinning, “I’m trying to get the ass.”
The good news for him, and his friends, is that yes, I think they did get the ass. But again, this sort of behavior: fucking weird. What’s the point? I can’t imagine any other use for these photos other than (a. jerking it alone while the cold, blue light of the computer monitor washes over you (b. showing it to some male friends and laughing, because LOL! Butt!
So, it’s over. I’m back home. It’s hot as fuck here. I’ve finally found time to get to an actual computer. So…. okay, let me talk a little about the con.
I had suspected this would be a difficult thing to actually chronicle via photography, and I was right. After all, it takes but a second to whip out a camera and take a photo. And if you’re not already stalking a cosplay girl or booth babe, or able to anticipate just the right time that they either strike a pose for someone else, or bend over to retrieve something from a bag, or tie a shoe, or whatever, you are going to run into trouble being quick enough to catch a guy in the act of taking a photo. Plus, as I realized on Preview Night, there are always dudes saying shit to you under their breath, just for your benefit as you walk past them. So that’s something you can’t take a photograph of. Or well, even prove. I can list everything people said to me or that I overheard being said about others, but I can’t prove it.
The first photo I posted was apparently of Power Girl, and it had a pretty clear shot of her butt. Granted, she dressed her butt in such a way that a lot of it was showing, but in taking a photo of the dude sneaking his butt-shot (and then looking around, shamefully), my photo became a butt-shot. I’d previously looked for a good photo manipulation app that perhaps I could use to blot out certain “parts”, but hadn’t come up with anything. A guy on Twitter named @jarod helpfully Photoshopped a button another user, @Paradisacorbasi, had made for this very situation. Because I was relying on the spotty connection in San Diego and just a phone, I didn’t manage to replace the photo here on Tumblr with the Photoshopped one until today. It’s kind of a slippery slope, I guess. Finding the situations to take photos of, but trying not to take a photo of the chicks being objectified in the first place. Someone suggested I was a troll for posting that picture, and I felt bad for that. Since that situation I managed—and people sending me photos—to avoid getting asses in the photos. I’m gonna post those here later, also with some anecdotes.
I got a lot of responses to this project though, and for the most part, they were positive. I’m certainly not expecting this to have ~CHANGED THE FACE~ of cons or anything like that. And though I jokingly tried to get an invite on Twitter to the Playboy party based on the steam I was gathering (i didn’t get one), I wasn’t really trying to “get far in the industry” based on this. I mean… what industry? I’m a character designer/illustrator. I don’t think this would get me too far. I gave a couple of interviews, which was surreal, and I had one couple recognize me based on the backdrop of several of my photos. That was funny. I liked the fact that maybe people were paying more attention to the fact that this happens, and it shouldn’t. But it’ll still happen at the next con, and sexual harassment will still happen everywhere else. Sad thing is, I was posting under a male nom de plume on Twitter, because I knew that if certain trolls ascertained that I was a female, it’d open me up to a special kind of misogyny reserved for ladies on the internet. It wasn’t a SECRET though; I said as much here. I’ve since changed my name on there to my real, female name. That came after some people were snarking about what a pathetic “dude” I must be on some forum I came across.
Anyway, I have more to post, and I shall; I’m getting over the slight jet lag, and readjusting to not having anything to do. So I’ll come back to this tumblr later.
Any of you who DID go to the con, and DO have photos, send them to firstname.lastname@example.org. Include your name and tumblr/Twitter handle so I can credit you.
These dudes on the left were bitching that too many people kept walking in front of them while they tried to sneak a shot of Rogue’s ass while she talked to her friend. Sorry my needing to get somewhere got in the way of you guys being dicks! Won’t happen again!
First ass sneak of the day. Once he took it, he looked around to make sure no one saw him. I raised my eyebrow and stared him down.
Speaking of perverts, and since Comic Con is like 3 weeks away, I’m gonna warm up by reblogging this tale of a F Train Perv. Who whips their dick out on the subway? I mean, really now. I wonder if it was as gaunt as his face. Dude, instead of waving your sausage around, maybe you need to eat a few.
I saw this man’s boner on my way home from work.
I noticed him touching himself in front of me on a crowded train (the Brooklyn-bound F around 6:50pm, between Jay St & 4th Ave.) and looked down to see his pants unzipped, with the shape of his hard penis sheathed in nothing but gray boxer briefs.
I was shaking too much to say anything. All I could do was snap a photo. I regretted not speaking up the minute I got off the train.
At this point, all I can do is hope that someone braver than me recognizes him, and gives him a swift knee to the balls.
This happened to my friend Lauren tonight.
For the past couple of weeks I’ve been trying to formulate a follow up to my post about the man who touched me on the subway. I never imagined that it would go viral and have been really moved by the stories that have been shared and the people who have contacted me because of it (thank you). I was floored at the massive response it got, and I think it’s because street harassment is so pervasive. It happens to so many women. (Dare I say every one of us?) Sadly, so does the old “dick flash.” How many of us have been in Lauren’s shoes before?
Hey if anyone sees this asshole, let him know he’s about to become a viral Internet sensation!
Help track this creep down
FWOOOOOOM, a whole ton of traffic just hit the tumblr, all from Metafilter. Though my reading comprehension levels have generally been pretty high, I keep re-reading the original author’s post though, and “Comic Con Pervs has its zoom lenses at the ready for San Diego Comic Con this year” isn’t 100% clear to me. Like, I read the post, and it sounded to me as though it was being suggested that there will be photos of “booth babes” and the like here. But just to be clear! That’s not what I’m going to do. I’m taking photos of the perverts with the cellphones and so forth. So I guess if you’re looking for some photos of some HOTT SEXXY booth babe action, you’re just going to have to go troll flickr or wherever else with the one free hand.