When my younger brother was a kid, he didn’t have interests, he had obsessions. Wave after wave of fleeting obsessions. And my mother would “aide” his playing by sewing costumes for him that matched each new obsession. There was a time when he would watch "Batman” three times a day and he had a full Batman costume, complete with luchador-esque mask. Then he moved on to “Sleeping Beauty,” watching that movie three times a day and wearing a complete Prince Valiant costume. (Our family was lucky that some of his obsessions didn't involve costumes, like “Lady and the Tramp,” “The Little Mermaid,” and “Dino-Riders.”)
The crowning event, though, was probably when he was obsessed with “Star Trek: The Next Generation,” and he had a Captain Jean-Luc Picard costume that included a skin-colored latex bald head he’d wear. My mother let him miss school one day to go to a convention in Pasadena, and he was on KCOP-13’s news that night. (I’d post pictures in this post, but my mother doesn’t allow any of us to have pictures from our childhood.)
My brother used to attend my sister’s high school basketball games in his Batman costume, and once when dressed as Prince Valiant, he ran onto the cross country course at my older brother’s race and tripped the lead runner, who was trying to set a state record that day (and, thanks to being tripped by a costumed fan, didn’t achieve it).
Why do I tell you this? Two reasons: 1. to embarrass my brother. 2. to ask, why didn’t we just get a court order requiring him to stop? That’s what these folks in Britain did when the neighbor kid kept coming outside dressed like Bob the Builder. Now he can’t carry tools, and his mother can’t play loud music or have more than three visitors a day.
Remember when people used to refer to our British heritage as the source of our political freedoms? But if we still have Magna Charta and John Locke, why don’t the Brits?