
J.D. and I went to the Wentzville Renaissance Faire yesterday. We wanted something different to do, and boy was it different. So what I'm wondering now is: who wakes up one morning and decides she needs to wear a dress weighing 15 pounds in 80 degree heat with 80 percent humidity? This "Faire" makes one ponder such questions. And who knew so many women in St. Louis really desired to pull-off the "wench" look? Just because you "can" wedge your cleavage up to your chin... doesn't mean you should. J.D.'s "historical" favorite was a lady going for just such a look, but she attained a level of authenticity others lacked, since she didn't have any teeth. Perhaps I just didn't enjoy the event because I could not suspend my disbelief. I suppose the idea of the "Renaissance" fair annoys me because they play with the premise of history, while dressing up as fairies, pirates, and just inserting "ye" and "thee" into every sentence. It seems like any costume works, as long as you wouldn't wear it walking down Delmar... ok, bad example. But as long as it isn't "normal," then it must be "old"? What "Renaissance" are we even talking about anyway: English, High Italian, etc. (guess I can rule out the Harlem Renaissance)? The only guy who even came close to the idea of "Renaissance" was the guy with the "Leonardo da Vinci" sign who was painting. And I'm sorry, but Shakespeare didn't write in "Old English." They should just call it Medeival Mulligan Faire.


