I've been coming to the San Diego Comic-Con for several years now. It all started a long time ago when E dragged me, kicking and screaming, to the show for a day. Since that first time, I've really embraced my inner geek and have come to enjoy what is now an annual event for us. Most people who read here probably know that not only do I now love Comic-Con, but that I am also exhibiting in the Small Press area for the second year in a row with the Tired Girl Collective.
Over the years, I've learned that a good portion of the attendees are sweaty fanboys. So, it makes sense that most exhibits are geared toward guys, with their robots, action figures, superheroes, and scantily clad booth girls. What's a nerdy girl to do?
We intentionally made our table pink, in hopes of attracting the girly contingent and it has worked. Over and over, women and girls get excited when they see an adorable homemade hamster or precious note card. A pretty consistent reaction at our table is, "Oh my god! That is so cute!," which is exactly what we were going for. A lot of the she-nerds who visit have a somewhat tentative dork boy in tow. It's fun watching them enjoy the pink, girly oasis we created in the sea of testosterone.
If you want to see more of our wares, go to the Tired Girl Collective site.
7/26/2007
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Awesome!
Brent told me about all the sweaty, smelly nerds. Don't know how I feel about that.
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