Beyond the financial commitment, pretty mas is physically demanding. Don't be fooled by its name or appearance — it's not for the weak. As opposed to Foreday, which begins in the cool air of the night and finishes in the morning before the sun gets too hot, Grand Kadooment starts when the sun is getting to its hottest. You're pouring sweat even if you're standing still — and doing that is impossible with the rhythms of soca playing while you're on the road.
The costumes aren't always super comfortable, either. Your wire bra may dig into the side of your chest. One of your feathers may scratch another masquerader as they navigate through the sea of costumes. If you're not carrying sunscreen, you are absolutely going to get burned, no matter how deep your complexion may be. Alcohol is flowing, but you may not even be able to think of libations beyond water. It is sensorially intense on every level, but even when it feels hard or overwhelming, you're still smacked with a feeling of euphoria.
And that's what mas is all about; daring to express joy in the face of hardship or oppression. For my ancestors, it was the oppressive heel of European colonizers. For me, it's the oppressive heat of the sun and its partner in crime, humidity. Indeed, mine is hardly a struggle in comparison to theirs — they had to cut sugar cane in this kind of weather. I get to dance and sing with a portable fan in hand. But I'm still able to make the connection.
Of all the carnivals and festivals I've attended, Crop Over has proven to be one worth putting at the top of your list. Between the culture, the music, the food, the revelry, and the unique lilt of the Barbadian accent, Crop Over is a beautiful reflection of the island and its lively spirit.
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