Seems the right place to share this, if such a place exists at all... Wish I'd gotten a picture of what I saw that day, but in absence of that, here's an excerpt from a daily journal
I kept when I went to Celebration 3... Some of the costumes were more disturbing than others...
(do be kind about the numerous misspelled words... it was written late at night after a full day of mingling with rabid Star Wars fans)
The second one of particular note was wrong one so many levels that I can scarcely fathom it. First, take note, this is a STAR WARS convention. There were no representatives or guests from any other movie or work of fiction. This person, however, saw fit to attend opening day in a homemade Batman costume. Batman, in case the name isn't quite enough to make it clear to you, is male. This person- this bad, bad person- is most decidedly female. Or perhaps a male with a glandular problem. But in any case, I never want to see Batman with boobies again. Granted, I can appreciate boobies. I like them very much. I am what one might call a "booby officianado" if one were so inclined to call me by something other than my name or the ubiquitous "hey you!" But there was a dire contradiction here. It would have been simple enough to call it a Batgirl costume, were it not for one decidedly nasty detail: This female person had seen fit to stuff her jock. Yes, she had an armadillo down her trousers! I've never seen a woman with such a generous batch (not since Chyna's Playboy layout, anyway), and frankly would have been quite happy to have never seen it at all. Bulges that size are the type to cause embarrassment if a boy's been having naughty daydreams in class and is suddenly called to the front of the classroom. She wanted to appear male, and felt it was necessary to... shall we say... aim high. One sock? Nooooo. How about two? Nah. Three then? That aughtta do it. This "Batchgirl" costume, with its generous breasts and even more generous area, will forever hold a place of infamy in that subconscious part of our minds where nightmares come from, right next to our dear hairy friend, Mario Jade.