Pool noodle play
Last week
we attended a Japanese manga festival here in Madrid and I can honestly say that I’ve
never felt more out of place in my life. Picture it: hundreds of cosplay
obsessed Spanish adolescents dressed up in the most bizarre outfits that their
imaginations permitted. There were Little Bo Peeps covered in blood, gothic
geisha and zombie superheroes, many of them engaged in extensive battles with
pool noodles and other assorted home-made weapons. There was also a 30-something
American lady dressed in a button down shirt-dress, the better to breastfeed her
wailing infant. She was accompanied by her husband and a small blond moppet who
for some reason wasn’t fazed at all by the ninjas, paramilitaries or sexy cat
ladies roaming around. No, what really got him were the people with unnatural
hair colors. Apparently in his mind sailorsuit-clad school girls who look as
though they’ve just wandered off of a battlefield at Iwo
Jima are totally ho-hum. But dying your hair pink, well that’s
just CRRRAAAAAZZZZY. Of course now he also wants a pool noodle.
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Unshine can burn you, food can poison you, words can condemn you, pictures can insult you ; music cannot punish —- only bless. Wish you love music.