Dear Labyrinth lovers,
I must confess, when the movie came out I too was taken in by all the Muppets and, of course, the sexiness of David Bowie…ahhh, David Bowie (sigh).
But let’s not get carried away here people.
When the love of a movie goes from “Gosh I can watch that flick 100 times and never get tired of it” to “Gosh, I am going to live life from this point on like I’m the King of Goblins” you have gone too far.
Look, people love what they love and I get that, but at what point do you go from regular human being to this:
I mean, this is unacceptable to do not only to yourself but to the toddler that will forever have photographic evidence that his parents are fucking insane.
Do you really want your kid to grow up with the vision of his parents dressed up like David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly (especially when that vision is all distorted by the girth in your tights)?
Please, dear Labyrinth lovers, keep your intense love for these characters confined to either your imagination or the bedroom.
You have no idea the kind of damage you can do.