You and your 130,000 closest Brony friends might be heading down San Diego way for the 43rd annual Comic-Con this weekend. Before you squeeze into your sexy-slave Princess Leia bikini or fasten your asthma-inducing Bane mask, let's discuss some of the Comic-Con pitfalls.
Ask any Comic-Con survivor, and they'll tell you that the worst things about the week are all of the people and all of those peoples' smells. Yes, the Convention Center contains a veritable wonderland of fragrances. But there are ways to endure these minor setbacks -- no gas mask required.
Then there's the wardrobe malfunctions. If this is your first time at Comic-Con, brace yourself to see lots of butt crack. Sometimes, this show of skin is intentional (hey there, Aeon Flux). Other times, the exposure is less-than-planned (hello, 400 pound man dressed as Poison Ivy).
Some of the cos-players are objects of beauty who could even make Hell Boy blush. But underneath all those prosthesis, makeup, and elaborate costuming, they're human. Don't be afraid to say "hello," or "want to grab a hotdog?" or "mataHmeH maSachnIS" (which is Klingon for "to survive we must expand").
Comic-Con can be a harrowing experience, but it can also be a life-affirming event where friends are made, romance abounds, and (with the right pair of binoculars) you can count each Teen Wolf's breathtaking eyelashes. Preparation is vital. To that end, we have provided you with a Comic-Con Survival Kit to help you Live Long and Prosper. --Courtney Hyde
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