I gave Claire a peek behind the curtain of the geek culture in which she has been dabbling — nay, immersing herself — lately.
It’s no secret that the girl is big-time into gaming. She’s virtually an expert in Minecraft, can name at least fifty Pokemon by sight, and has become a devotee of the laundry list of YouTubers whom she follows with religious-like devotion through the television screen.
She’s a blossoming geek, to be sure. (Much to her dad’s delight!) So I rolled up my sleeves and did the necessary dad-duty, and took her to a nerd convention over the weekend.
Animethon 23 was hosted in town at a local college campus, thousands of cos-playing animation and video game fans descending upon the downtown core to buy, sell, parade, pose and share their love of anime-inspired art.
We were lined up to register and some guy approached me, asked if we were going to buy tickets, and then handed me his pass. No, he didn’t steal it: he was done. No, he didn’t want any money for it: just show your kid some cool stuff. Free entry! Well… free-ish. I was a little more generous than I might have been when we hit the vendor stalls because I hadn’t actually paid the admission price. By the end of our adventure Claire had scored some Pokemon merch, and we bought a couple Miyazaki-film-inspired art prints from a local artist. It all came out in the wash, I suppose.
Over the four hours Claire ogled the hoards of fantastic costumes. She thumbed through racks of toys and be-logoed clothing. She pointed and pawed. She admired rows of artists selling their work. She struggled to pick a single thing to buy from the hundreds that she wanted. She got into her geeky groove… and it was pretty cool.