I think by now, everything that could have possibly been said about the fiery train wreck that is/was DashCon has been said. I was blissfully unaware of the existence of the convention until social media brought it to my attention and I scrolled through the first-hand accounts and photos- my jaw dropping in a mixture of horror and amusement. The ball pit, you guys. The fucking ball pit. I’m still reeling from that.
As a (fairly) regular Tumblr user, a member of multiple fandoms, and having attended a few different conventions over recent years- I didn’t even have to be present to know that DashCon was (more than likely) a disaster from the get-go. From the shoddy planning to the subject matter of the scheduled panels (BDSM 101? Are you shitting me?) to the treatment of vendors and guests (specifically the WTNV folks) who weren’t fully compensated, if they were compensated at all.
And after reading about the hotel debacle and how a plea for money from the organizers raised $17,000- I’m even more floored that folks in attendance fell for what looks like one of many red flags/scams attached to this.
People are free to spend their money on whatever they please. If you want to donate it to charity, that’s great. If you want to blow it all on yourself- that’s fine too. It’s your cash, after all- but I implore anyone looking to donate money without seeing any kind of proper documentation/paper trail to PLEASE proceed with caution. It’s your money- and you shouldn’t be cheated out of it the way I’m suspecting DashCon is doing to those who simply wanted to have a nice convention experience and were tricked into thinking they had to spend more money to do so.
$17,000 can go towards a lot of different things and help a lot of different people instead of lining the pockets of a group of individuals who keep mysteriously losing funds that should have otherwise gone to paying hotel staff and guests who had flown out to participate in their convention. An example would be my girl Britney’s IndieGoGo campaign to start an independent publishing company. She’s immensely talented, dedicated, upfront about where the funds will be spent- and only a couple of hundred bucks shy from from her $600 goal. Here’s the link: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/project-big-moon
It’s better than funding DashCon or some guy’s attempt to make potato salad.
And of course, I’ll happily take donations to fund my “I’m leaving for San Diego Comic-Con in a few days and I’d like some extra money to buy a bunch of Walking Dead shit,” please and thank you!
I’m bringing a friend to see it (their first time, my second time,) later on this week! It really might be one of the best movies of 2014. It was incredible!
My sides. The last person who tried to tickle my sides almost lost a hand.
Not all men!
Yes but enough men that every girl is terrified of smiling to that guy on the bus or talking with the boy in the coffee shop. Every girl has been walking late at night at one point and been afraid of who might be following her. Every girl has referred to someone as a “creep” and every girl has refused a drink from someone she doesn’t know.
Not all men.
But enough men that all women are now afraid of most men. It’s gotten so bad that we have to be afraid of even telling you we are afraid. We can’t ask that you please stop talking to us. Because if we do we run the risk of being labeled a “stuck up bitch” and blamed for murders and rapes in which we are the victims.
So we speak to you with body language that we hope you’ll understand. We cross our legs and look out the window and wear giant headphones that are giant signs that subtly read “DON’T TALK TO ME!” But you insist on ignoring those signs because you have it in your head that our body language doesn’t mean anything. That our bodies aren’t our bodies.
Not all men.
You can start fucking saying that when all women can stop being afraid. But that’s not gonna happen if every man a women opens up to about this issue dismisses her by saying “Not all men.”