Imagine a Halloween party where no one is dressed a lazy half-assed pun and there are no douchebags in penis-themed costumes and everyone you meet is just as eager as you to deconstruct whether or not Zack Snyder is the proper vessel for DC's key titles. ComicCon is a celebration for people who want to find their people. It is an ecstatic, crowded, sweaty, exhausting entire universe pressed into a convention space by the the docks on the west side of Manhattan, and it is glorious. For the price of an entrance pass, people have the opportunity to put together a costume that will be not just accepted by those around them, but appreciated.