Cosplayers are pretty high up in the feudal caste system that is convention geekdom. And the better the cosplayer, the more popular. The lesser geeks look up to them. Photographers and videographers feed off of them. They have access to the better parties. Guests and high-level staffers try to curry their favor. Cosplayers can even have people they don’t like eliminated by simply crying “creeper” and sending a torrent of outrage in their direction. It’s what the bathrobe Inuyashas strive for, not knowing that in the end, they’re stuck in a crab pot. It gets to be no matter what trite positivity is slung, you can see past the masks and facades. Though by the time you realize you’re in a game of thrones, you already have that assassin’s dagger buried in your back.
It’s a dark world clad in satin and caked in make-up.
This is the funniest hyperbole/satire on cosplay popularity I’ve ever read.
The Rains of Castamere play at every public convention photoshoot, as those with the best costumes slaughter the traitors who show up in [gasp!] bought costumes.