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I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, âThatâs for boys.â You donât want to be a BOY, do you?â   And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, âDo you think girls can be fighters, too?â And her mom looks like sheâs silently gloating. Like she thinks Iâm going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And Iâm like, âMilady, anyone can be a fighter.â I swear, the look on that motherâs face made my day.
This post was good but then it got better
Okay, this is a slight topic diversion, but in response to the above comment. Iâve volunteered at the CT Ren Faire for years now. For the last 5 or so Iâve worked in the game section, and we have a game similar to the above comment called âSmite the Knightâ. Iâve been in the ring before, itâs a ton of fun getting to run around with the kids. The main goal is entertainment. Have a good shtick, keep the crowd engaged, and let the kids have a good time.
In both work and observing, I have learned something about kids. A lot of parents try to get their boys to go fight. Of the young ones that do, they tend to be shy. You get the ones who just swing the boffer swords around with no regard for life, but, mostly, theyâre reserved. Itâs adorable. I mean, theyâre kids.
But the girls. THE GIRLS. Holy crap. I swear, the pinker the dress, the more taffeta and glitterâŚthe more intensity. I remember, the first year I worked there, one girl came in, grabbed the biggest sword she could, and WENT TO TOWN on our knight. Lifted it over head, let out this primal scream and mowed him down. Homeboy is 6â˛2âł, she was FIVE. And once he was in the fetal position (He was fine. It was for show.) on the ground, she stopped, put her foot on his chest, and yelled âI AM A FIERCE PRINCESS!!â. Later in the day when she walked by a couple of us yelled âAh! Itâs the fierce princess!â and she stopped and flexed. It was the best, and I will never forget that girl.
OH MY GOD ITâS BACK YES
This has improved since last I reblogged.
I taught karate for like 5 years, and the girls were always, pound for pound, better than the boys. Even the girls who didnât really want to do it and were only there because their parents made them were better than like 95% of the boys.
I was playing fiddle at a ren faire, and two little girls were really enjoying our set. After quite some time one of them walked up to me and shyly offered me her star tinsel tiara, because she âdidnât have any money. And this protects you from trolls!â I said âThanks, thatâs really sweet â but what about you? Donât you need protection from trolls?â
At which point this six-ish-year-old girl whips out her certificate from the axe throwing booth and says âNah, Iâm fine.â
I still have that tinsel tiara. Itâs draped over my modem. I figure itâll protect me from the most trolls that way.
I am not in the habit of reblogging a post and slapping an âit got betterâ on there BUT I SAY GOTDAMN





















