Get off my lawn
Yesterday I went to weeaboo convention, I mean book fair, but it was cosplay day and there were a lot of kids in more or less elaborate costumes. It was like the Wave Gothic Treffen with more cat ears. My personal favorite was a forty something mom type in yedi robes. Not strictly speaking Japanese, but what the hell. She was awesome.
I also noticed that I must be getting old, because I had to fight the urge to constantly roll my eyes and give a speech about how I was into anime before it was cool and how we had to walk 10 miles in the snow, uphill both ways to reach our comic store that only had a bit of imported stuff and certainly nothing in German in the days of yore. Spoiled brats these days, yeesh.
At least I didn't have to watch any performances this time. (Don't ask.) There is nothing quite like a pimply German teenager singing Japanese anime songs a capella. I can't handle that much second hand embarrassment. At least not sober.
I also noticed that I must be getting old, because I had to fight the urge to constantly roll my eyes and give a speech about how I was into anime before it was cool and how we had to walk 10 miles in the snow, uphill both ways to reach our comic store that only had a bit of imported stuff and certainly nothing in German in the days of yore. Spoiled brats these days, yeesh.
At least I didn't have to watch any performances this time. (Don't ask.) There is nothing quite like a pimply German teenager singing Japanese anime songs a capella. I can't handle that much second hand embarrassment. At least not sober.