I have mixed feelings about mascots. The whole concept of adults dressing up as animals—“wearing the fur,” in the haunting phrase from Stephen King’s novel Joyland—strikes me as more than a little creepy. On the other hand, a high school classmate of mine moved to Orlando and enjoyed a satisfying career portraying either Chip or Dale (she switched between them) for the guests at Disney World, and I’m happy for her.
I’ve written about mascots when I’ve found a naming angle. That’s what happened this week: I read three fascinating stories about mascots that are also about names and naming. And fandom. And storytelling.