Leave Your Good Looks at the Door

Comments (0) By DAVE LANDSBERGER Thursday, Jun 4 2009

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Imagine the hallway in your high school. Now imagine each Trapper Keeper-toting, horn-rimmed-glasses-wearing geek who was either barreling into you with un-nerd-like athleticism on the way to bio lab or blocking your way with his Cheetos physique. Imagine that frustration. Now multiply it by 5,000 and you’ve just arrived at Florida Supercon, an annual comics convention spontaneously combusting at the Doubletree Miami Mart Airport Convention Center.

Every comics expo has its own vibe. Those in New York are like Dick Grayson — traditional and purist. San Diego’s are like Jason Todd — flashy, annoying, and evil. Chicago’s are like Tim Drake — cool, collected, and cold. Florida Supercon is like the brand-new Robin — Damian, Batman’s evil son, the new kid on the block who’d rather throw a bunch of crap (anime and videogames) at you than actually save you (from the comics abyss that is South Florida).

But no matter the city, some comics convention rules are universal: If you are a girl, expect to be ogled and downright eye-raped. The place will smell. There will be long lines for everything. You will be the prettiest person in the room.
Fri., June 5, 3:30 p.m.-2 a.m.; Sat., June 6, 11-3 a.m.; Sun., June 7, 11 a.m.-6 p.m., 2009