If you haven’t gotten the idea already from any of my past blog posts, people in my life are big on tradition.
But not like Anatevka Fiddler on the Roof tradition, more like traditions that have no ethical or moral significance other than they’re fun and we like to do them. We do have serious religious traditions, but these are the more frivolous ones. In the last post, I discussed camping. Now, it’s the Renaissance Faire’s turn.
But I want to approach this blog post a little bit like an entry on the blog “Stuff White People Like.” So, for all my non-white brethren reading this blog: nerdy white people LOVE these Renaissance Faires. LOVE THEM. We dream of the day we get to constrict our waistlines with the cunning use of laces and leather restraints. We die slowly inside every day we are not allowed to gnaw on turkey legs, watch jousts, guzzle mead, and adopt the FLOOFIEST ACCENTS IN EXISTENCE for the sole purpose of playing adult dress up. I live for it, and I know I am crazy.
Over the years, it has become my personal mission to get more people to come because I want them to drink the RenFaire Kool-Aid. Aside from that, it has also become important to be to get some of my friends of color to come because these things are too damn white-washed.
I have convinced several of my friends to attend these faires with me, none of whom were particularly ecstatic beforehand. That is, until they walked through the gates to the faire and their MINDS EXPLODED WITH THE AMAZINGNESS. Because EVERYONE should want to go to the Renaissance Faire.
One such girl was my spontaneous, lovable, whip-smart friend, Torey. She’s on the left.
In my freshman year of college, I broached the idea of attending the Renaissance Faire to her. She agreed, but grumbled the whole way, muttering “this is some white people shit.” As soon as we got inside, her eyes lit up and it was as though she was a unicorn in fairy land. The crazies in costumes, the stalls selling jewelry, fabric, garlands, swords, archery supplies, all of it fascinated her. Every year since then she has attended the Renaissance Faire. She even hand-sews her own costumes, and she made an entire outfit for our friend Maydelle as well.
A year ago, Torey and I invited Maydelle along with us. While we were there, a man named J-Bev introduced himself to Torey and Maydelle and asked to interview them for his show “Kickin’ It Caucasian,” targeted at revealing and explaining activities mostly attended by white people to others of a different race. Unfortunately, Torey and Maydelle got cut out in the final edit, but here is the episode:
So, the point of all of this is to say that, regardless of preconceived notions, weirdness should know no race, creed, or gender. If you’re weird, you’re weird, tough cookies. And welcome to my world.
In fact, to emphasize the point, I’ll post some of my favorite Renaissance weirdos throughout the years:
So the point is, every time is different, even though it takes place in Irwindale near the Santa Fe Dam consistently every year. So before you judge it, go! Experience it for yourself. Have fun! And, as Torey learned, this isn’t only “some white people shit.” It’s mostly just “nerdy people shit.” (Shout out to Tor for this one because she da besttttt and I love her mucho.)