New York Comic-Con 2008 - The Ladies

Ah, the NY Comic-con. Not quite eye-popping as San Diego, but not nearly as erudite as the MoCCA Art Fest, SPX or APE. Yes, I said erudite.

I found that this year there were many more ladies in attendance, and I don't just mean walking around looking like this:
But finger dancing through bagged and boarded floppy comics, waiting in line for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle signage and well, just generally being dorky.



This was a pretty genius costume - living, walking, breathing, dancing Dance Dance Revolution. I'd hate to be the one who says "I told you so" when everyone tramples all over her though. I imagine the psychological damage of such metaphorical abuse will force of her a chrysallis so awesome...(fists raised to God) so awesome as to spin this mortal coil into such a massive frenzy as to ring pandemonium into the hearts of all man.


Basically, transforming into this:
I love this because from what I can tell it's a creature of her own making. Up close you could see the tits were some plastic shell-type thing painted over her 'stume. Notice the double-fleched arrow pointing at her Vijay. Her backside had a single-fleched arrow pointing out the Annals.
"Oh, my anus? Right here. Just follow the yellow arrow..." I call this, The Golden CompAss. [Note: I've just found out this is SpiderWoman. Thanks, Devlin, Wolk.]

Oh and looky here. It wouldn't be a proper "Dames of NYCC" post without a pic of Michelle. Here she's making sure Jeffrey Brown doesn't steal any of our plushies for his newborn.
Stay tuned for a much more tantalizing and unforgiving look at "Los Hombres De La Comic-Con" coming up...