Those are the kinds of faces my roommate makes when he reads gaming stuff. And the whole time he’ll be reading, I’ll just keep hearing variations on “What. The Fuck?” Except he kinda pronounces fuck as “fock” for some reason I guess because he grew up more rural NJ where I grew up closer to Philly.
But yeah, he does that for like ten minutes until I jog him out of the little world he’s clearly totally lost in by waving at him and asking “what are you reading?” and thus reminded of the real world where things make a lot more sense, he’ll pull out his ear buds and try to explain what he’s been reading and I usually have no idea what it really is because it sounds too crazy to be real. “So now there’s a massive campaign to prove gaming journalism is corrupt cause of some dude’s jilted ex said his girlfriend was sleeping around” ”and these people are such sweet summer children they think a) that is their business and b) the idea of ‘journalists’ with very little integrity to start with might sleep around with the people in the same industry is mindblowing for them?” “apparently!” and he says the “apparently” always in this high-pitched tone like something is dying inside him because of it and he’s just venting the death scream a little bit.
And I STILL never really know what’s going on because it all sounds so loony tunes it’d get these people booted from most fandoms.
But yeah it’s a fun time whenever he’s reading gaming articles or tumblr posts on it or whatever. I just sit and watch as he’s lost in his own little world of pain and disbelief. And after he’s explained it he sags into his recliner, looking like this old man that’s just so sad the world is really no better than it was in his youth and then he tries to whittle the pain away. (No lie, my room-mate does woodcarving for fun).
And really like he’s a feminist but not really the crusading SJW type or anything? Just “oh, that would be nice for women to have characters like them in games, that seems like a good thing for people.” He’ll speak out when he sees bad stuff in front of him and reblog posts here and there but he doesn’t really crusade online. You can’t even joke he’s some kind of girly dude in it to win feminists over by being feminist, the dude’s like the Ron Swanson of video gaming. His hobbies include wood-carving and putting together difficult-to-assemble furniture.
That is my primary contact with gaming fandoms and it’s pretty hilarious ngl. Especially if you’ve got a slight sadistic streak in a “it’s funny to see friends step on legos or get surprise dunked in the pool” kinda way. We don’t have cable TV just netflix and stuff so his funny reactions to things he reads on the internet are kind of my burning log “the tv’s just on to be on” channel. That’s why he’s my friend tho, the dude’s hilarious even when he’s not trying and ridiculously funny when he is.
Me, as I normally brows the internet (excuse the scruff, it’s been a busy couple of weeks):
My face as the horror slowly begins to coalesce in my mind while reading about MRA and Gamergate bullshit:
Then finally, once I have fully realized what the hell it is that I’m reading:
(Okay, so I’m bad at recreating even my own expressions without the original inspiration for them sitting on my computer screen).
To me, though, the most annoying thing about everything these assholes are saying (besides the actual sexist bullshit and violent threats, of course) is that they keep going on about how they miss when “it was just about how good the game was, and nothing else.”
Know what, assholes? What you’re saying right there is that you don’t want the medium of gaming to evolve at all. The very first video games didn’t have any representation at all, because you were basically playing a tiny, singular block on the screen. It was a new technology, so there was nothing to compare it to. Then there was the 80’s, when gaming started to evolve, and you could actually see the dude you were playing on the screen! Sure, most of the games were about dudes rescuing women, but there was the occasional gem like Metroid. Then the 90’s came along, and gaming evolved even more. But the evolution of gaming’s representation started to slow down. By the 2000’s, the disparity started to become more blatant and apparent with the rise of the internet, giving people a place to really see everything that gaming actually had to offer.
And yet here we are, in 2014, where gamers want gaming taken more seriously, yet the very thought of expanding and improving representation in gaming horrifies them. “BUT IT WAS NEVER LIKE THAT BEFORE!” they cry. “DON’T CHANGE MY BABY!”
These “core audience” gamers are like those parents who never let their kid actually grow up, no matter how old they are, but demand their child be respected in the professional world even when he still draws dicks on the wall of bathroom stalls.
Gamers, let gaming grow up. We’ve reached the point where there’s room for mindless fun and serious intellectualism, all without sexism and racism. Stop being the ones holding gaming back.
I need feminism; because the bra straps of a twelve year old shouldn’t make a 40 year old married principal with two daughters “uncomfortable”
So am I allowed to walk around adult women who are mothers and grandmothers at work with my cock out or what
in what world is someone’s dick equivalent to a fucking bra strap
The world of some dude who apparently doesn’t think much of his own dick
Reblog if you would date a bisexual person
Like if you wouldn’t because there is “too much competition”
Trying to prove a point to an asshole
if this gets 1,000+ notes, my brother has to dress up as this at school for halloween and dance the entire day
(he says he could do it but doesn’t think anyone will get it)
I’M TRYING THIS AGAIN THIS YEAR, COME ON TUMBLR