I have been seeing a new word online lately: cosplay. I finally looked it up last night — doing so with a bit of trepidation, in case the Googles sent me in either a very naughty or a very nasty direction. I typed in my search, then squinted my eyes tightly and averted my gaze, just in case. Luckily, my fears were for naught.
Apparently, in the truest sense of the word, cosplay is about dressing up as a character from a comic book, movie, etc. and going to some appropriately-themed event, such as a convention. I believe it goes beyond that, although I’m not sure if it includes dressing like, say, a Jedi in one’s day to day life. While I’ve never seen Superman or a Klingon at the grocery store here in my small town, I’m guessing it’s something that could conceivably seen in New York or another large city.
This is probably the point where you think I’m going to snark the hell out of adults dressing up as characters. However, what is actually on my mind is something different. Remember when you were a child and you had a favorite costume you wore every day for months? Or your own child refused to wear anything other than his Batman garb? Or she wanted a cape every day, regardless of the weather or occasion?
How amazing is it that small children have the confidence to wear whatever they want, whenever they want?
Why is it that most adults don’t wear what they truly want? Obviously, there are certain parameters that need to be followed that involve modesty and health codes or dress codes for work, but why aren’t more of us wearing our own equivalent of a costume?
One thing I’ve wanted to wear for a long time — and I mean I’ve wanted this for 20 years or more — is a long wool cape. Preferably in a deep, rich red. I love how capes look when the costumed interpreters at Colonial Williamsburg wear them in the winter and can imagine how much fun it would be to wear one while striding purposefully through my day. The way it would flow behind me as I moved around.
I haven’t bought said cape for a variety of reasons, including the fact they’re usually either expensive or rather cheaply made, although this one has potential. But the main reason is that I cannot envision a long red wool cape looking good on a short round middle-aged female. A tall thin female, yes. Me, no. And apparently I have not quite yet reached the age when I have enough hubris to simply not care how it looks and to just wear it like a boss. I keep edging closer to the idea, though, so hopefully I’ll get there at some point during this decade.
What about you? What would your costume consist of?
Updated to add: I originally found the photo of wee Wonder Woman on Pinterest, but I have since found the original posting for it here.