No no no, this won’t do at all. Everyone knows that Comic-Con is a place for lonely, slightly pallid boys.
That’s how it works. They wander around a giant warehouse whooping at Damon Lindelof and then go home to beat one out over the rapidly-fading memory of the booby model employed to dress up like She-Hulk. Lonely girls at Comic-Con? No. Lonely girls at Comic-Con who make noises like faulty rape alarms whenever Robert Pattinson is about to take his top off? Definitely not.
But that’s basically what happened when New Moon was unveiled at Comic-Con yesterday. It sounds unbearable.
