Saturday is undeniably the craziest day of the convention. At noon, fans are let in, and the fan line was literally miles long. I saw at least a dozen men in wheelchairs, and one with an oxygen tank—these guys are serious about meeting their favorite starlets. Being an observer to the mayhem is amusing yet strangely isolating, so I decided to head to the press room for some camaraderie with my fellow journalists. There, I met one of my... More >>>