So this video, about two young boys refusing to budge from a Nursing Room in a public library, has been making it’s rounds around little Singapore.
Dealing with your little ones is tough enough without having others adding to the trials and tribulations of parenthood. Especially early parenthood – before the ‘off the table eating’ phase and ‘Mommy I need to go poo poo’ phase. Before that everything is basically on manual mode and you need to keep to feed times – harder if you’re breastfeeding – and the only warning that they’ve taken a crap is the awful stench that only baby poo can generate.
Costumes have become synonymous with Superheroes – and villains. They’re symbolic and representative of a cause, a concept, an ideal or even individuality.
Why do we take such joy in dressing up for Halloween or theme parties? Why is Cosplay appealing to more and more?
Are the masks and suits an outlet for us to escape our lives? A moment of escape? Or are we really shedding of the real costumes and makeup that we wear to “fit in” and finally show our true selves?
I never felt so alive as when I dressed up as the Joker…. the inhibitions flew away and so did the need to watch every word and step – I was FREE!
Finally I could be myself – dance along corridors if I wanted to, make a grand, flourishing entrance into a ballroom full of guests or simply let my hair down. People would say “he’s really getting into character”?
Ah but what if i’m not “in character”. That’s the REAL me – unrestrained from the conventions of society. I’m really “in costume” every other time you see me…