My New Hobby

While I’ve always felt that there’s no real reason for booth babes to be at the show, I’ve never blamed it on the girls themselves. They cannot be held accountable for the decisions of lonely marketing managers.

The babes are there to do a job, and it’s a difficult and obnoxious job at that. They have to spend all day on their feet, usually in unlikely, revealing outfits and hideously uncomfortable shoes. They actually have to stand there and smile and pose for these perverts, and pretend they’re happy about it.

So this E3 I decided to turn the tables for a while. I hung out with a few of the lovely ladies at different booths (thanks girls!) and I faced the camera the other way.

Every time some guy came up to take pictures of my adopted booth babes, I would get in close and take a picture of him at the same time.

They cringed. They squirmed. They sweated more than usual. Some of them got angry. My flash scattered them like cockroaches. And not one of them liked being on the other end of the lens.

For me, of course, this was tremendous fun.