Dear Collectors,

When I started this blog in 2013, it was with the purpose of writing about the things I enjoy with my friends, specifically fandoms and fandom culture.

This post, however, is not about fandom, or memes, or my newest celebrity crush (it’s totally Henry Cavill, by the way).

This blog post is about the most important thing happening this year in America: the 2020 election.

Dear Collectors,

It’s been a while since I posted. I could tell you it’s because I’ve been working double time to make sure I don’t get furloughed, or that I’ve been sewing masks every spare moment for our medical workers and my high-risk friends and family. Really, I think the truth is that it’s because of what I’m calling “quarantigue” AKA that feeling you get when you’ve been stuck inside for 39 days and you no longer remember what day of the week it is.

It’s a scary world right now.

Many of us, myself included, are afraid to go outside. Many people still have to go outside, even though it’s putting themselves at direct risk of contracting COVID-19. Economies are plummeting, businesses are closing, and it seems every thirty seconds there’s news of something else being cancelled.

The only thing we can’t cancel, it seems, is 2020.

Dearest Collectors,

My editorial this week comes as a concerned member of the cosplay community. A few days ago, it came to light that a well known and respected cosplay photographer in Southern California had been using spy cams in changing rooms during photoshoots. This horrified me because the photographer had come highly recommended by almost every SoCal cosplayer I know who has worked with him. As the story grows and more and more cosplayers I know and respect come forward, I can’t help but wonder at the massive amount of trust that both photographer and cosplayer place in each other, and oftentimes very little discussion is had as to just how this relationship should function.

Enter me, and I’ve got a lot to say.

Dearest Collectors,

I meant to focus my editorial for the month on something profound, evocative, and well-researched, but…I’ve fallen, hard, for the show Schitt’s Creek, and since I’ve binged almost the entirety of the first four season in less than a week, I really couldn’t think of anything better (or…else) to write about for this editorial.  I mean, it’s about a family of four formerly extremely affluent D-List celebrities who lose the entirety of their wealth due to shady accounting and are forced to retreat to their last option: living in the motel of a small town (Schitt’s Creek) in the middle of nowhere that seems to be stuck sometime in the 1980s. It’s hell for them and comedic gold for the audience.

Dearest collectors,

.I think we can all agree that 2018 was a…strange…year, and starting fresh in 2019 sounds great to most of us. Now, while, I’m not the Doctor and can’t regenerate myself into a new form each time my life needs a change of direction (would that I could though!), I think that New Year’s Resolutions are our (often misguided) attempt to change the trajectory of our life’s path.

So, allow me to share a few of my 2019 resolutions with you, and maybe we can all regenerate a little bit in this brand new year. 

Dearest Collectors,

Warning: Before I launch into my latest bout of ruminations, I want to caution you that I will be discussing depression and mental wellness in this article, including a brief mention of suicidal thoughts. If that doesn’t suit your fancy, I suggest returning to our main page and finding another article more to  your tastes. I also want it to be known that I am not a mental health professional, and while I can empathize and offer a supporting shoulder if you think you have SAD or another form of disorder, I do urge you to speak with a doctor or therapist who has had proper training about your emotional and mental health.

That said, let’s talk about the holiday blues.