Super Bitcon!

Nifty! So a new friend, Frank Wak, interviewed some old friends about a thing we’re doing.

I know, I’m phoning it in on content lately. I hope to be back soon.

No, I’ll Not Be Seeing 50 Shades This Weekend

Or any time, actually. And no, not for some pretentious holier than thou reason either. You wanna get in on some ‘Mommy Porn,’ have at it for all I care. Yes, I love God and I love my husband, seeing this movie wouldn’t change any of that. Hell, maybe I should go see it. It’ll make me even more glad that I’m not married to some petulant man-child with mommy issues.

—-Links are NSFW—-

No, I haven’t read it. I tried, really I did, but the writing is so outrageously bad that I spend way too much time laughing at the clumsy narrative and terrible grammar than getting into the story*.

The elevator whisks me with terminal velocity to the twentieth floor. [Jen’s Note: She’s going up]

 

Which is good, because if I could get into the story I’d be completely disgusted. Rather than read through it myself, I’ve followed along with Cliff at The Pervocracy (If you have a moral issue with pornography and alternative lifestyles, you might not want to spend too much time over there. If not, you might learn something about BDSM while you’re there.).

I’m just going to cut right to the chase here. It’s still stalking, abuse, and rape even if he’s really really good looking. If he tells you that you can’t use a safe word, you don’t have a safe word. I couldn’t care less what kinky fun-times you want to have provided there is consent.

But this?

This is the first time I have ever had sex in my home, and as sex goes, I think it was pretty damn fine. But now I feel like a receptacle – an empty vessel to be filled at his whim. […] I have an overwhelming urge to cry, a sad and lonely melancholy grips and tightens round my heart. Dashing back to my bedroom, I close the door and lean against it trying to rationalize my feelings. I can’t. Sliding to the floor, I put my head in my hands as my tears begin to flow.

Yeah, that’s exactly how romance should make you feel. In bizarro world. It’s not kinky edgy romance; it’s a drawn out rape fantasy with a super-sized side order of co-dependency. He’s not dreamy; he’s a predator. Personally, I prefer my fantasy men to be confident and respectable and not the kind of guy that could be completely emasculated because his lady friend bought him breakfast at IHOP.

Ladies, Hollywood just told you that your greatest sexual fantasy is to be subjugated, stalked, and abused by a rich and handsome man. Yeah, sisterhood?

*Remember that time I used a run-on, rambly sentence to describe terrible writing? Yeah, like that.

I Made This. Want it?

Fans of the Legend of Zelda game franchise will recognize the Royal Crest

Royal Crest

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And the TriForce, of course

TriForce

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Hand-made by yours truly. Legend of Zelda Tunisian crochet throw pillow. Yes, this is the product of many hours of effort. You need this in your game room. You’ll be the envy of all of your gamer friends.

No, it isn’t for sale, but it could be yours. Just visit the Charity Bazaar at Super BitCon! I’ll be in various places around the expo for the weekend. Find me and say hello!

Terrorism of Ideas

I am heartbroken over the events in Paris this week and thankful that it appears the terrorists have been dealt with. As usual, the hiding and wringing on hands did nothing to stop the violence. Instead, it took a righteous application of violence to do so. I suspect the afterlife won’t be what they were expecting. Evil exists. It attacks without warning. The only defense against it is a willingness and ability to fight back. Sadly, the victims could not.

The pen may not be mightier than the sword, but I hope this week’s events do not stop anyone from using them. Free expression is important. Important enough to be protected with swords and guns and any other tool at your disposal. Nations have been formed and toppled because people took up arms in defense of ideas.

Their voices may have been silenced, but it is my sincere hope that new ones take their places. Terrorism must not win.

 

Meanwhile, Ferguson Burns

There was no good outcome possible from the grand jury decision. Had they indicted, the agitators would have rioted in supposed celebration. They were ready, waiting to start the fires, loot the businesses, and devolve the city into chaos. They were never interested in justice.

Eventually, the dust will settle. The agitators and their ilk will leave, and the people of Ferguson will attempt to get back to some semblance of a normal life. Business owners will have to make decisions on whether or not to rebuild. Many won’t, or at least they won’t rebuild there. And in the end, it’s the people that were caught in the middle that will pay.

No meaningful progress will be made in race relations with this. Quite the opposite, as I’ve already seen all over the internet. And truly, if your grievance is that the powers that be treat you like you are just thugs bent on crime and disorder, you aren’t bolstering your cause by proving them right. The person climbing out of the broken window on the front of the local electronics store carrying a brand new flat screen doesn’t exactly look like the victim here. It’s hard to argue that the police don’t need riot gear by staging a riot.

The world learned that there are real issues that needed to be addressed in Ferguson. I believe the events of this week will only set them back.

I agree with Peter, there are no winners here.

ETA: LawDog, as usual, has excellent thoughts on the matter.

 

Lord Help Me, I’m Weighing in on #Gamergate

Well hello there first time visitor that wandered over because I dared reference a controversial hashtag! Welcome to my little corner of the internet. Please, stay a while. Peruse my archives. Get informed. Check out LabRat’s and Popehat’s posts on the subject. Or, you know, skip straight to the comment section and tell me how I’m wrong, dox me (heh*) since I’m a girl and a gamer with an opinion, or write me off as a “Social Justice Warrior**”. It’s really up to you.

Seriously, why is this still a thing? Yes, there is a real and needed conversation that needs to happen about ethics in game journalism. Hell, all journalism. Hanging this around a non-controversy about a positive review that never happened of a boring game that no one wants to play because the developer’s jilted ex wrote a screed about said game developer whoring herself out for a review that never happened is not exactly the place to start. While some well-meaning people are trying to have a rational conversation, this particular hashtag has brought out a subset of bonafide misogynists the likes of which have been quite rightly run out of the rest of polite society.

Don’t like Anita Sarkeesian? Great, me neither. I think the vast majority of what comes out of her pie hole is whiny tripe, and most of the time she should be laughed off the stage. Which would be the rational response. Threatening her? Publishing her home address? Yeah, not cool. Seriously, we’re dealing with the kind of people that think a reasonable response to a woman complaining about sexism in gaming is to design a video game where the player gets to punch a woman in the face. Classy. You know what would have been a completely reasonable response to her asking for money to make feminist videos? Not give her any money. I sure as heck didn’t. Other people did. That’s how the free market works. No one is forcing you to support her.

Observant readers will have caught that I only said most of what comes out of her pie hole is whiny tripe. That’s because some of what she says is true. There is sexism in the gaming industry. But honestly, we’ve come a long way since Atari had a game about raping Native American women and Nintendo created a strong female character only to have her flaunt her pixelated body around in a bikini as a reward for finishing the game.

Also, Gamergate itself has shown the world that women are unjustly targeted, bullied, and harassed in gaming. Fine, so I’ll agree that Anita Sarkeesian intentionally stirs up the masses with her diatribes. And yes, I believe she has fabricated some of the threats she claims. But Felicia Day? She wrote one post (which has apparently been taken down) lamenting the ugliness surrounding the Gamergate controversy and was doxxed herself.

You know what, I like some of the tropes in gaming. I like the idea of teaching our sons that if they learn of a damsel in distress that they should battle demons to save her. I also want to show our daughters that there is no shame in being rescued. At the same time, I want our daughters to know that they are allowed to kick some bad guy(or girl) ass and save themselves too. Also, I like strong women portrayed as sexy. I don’t want to feel like I have to make a choice between being strong and capable or sexy and feminine.

Gaming is not being invaded by women. We’ve been here all along. Must I show you my Atari 2600? How about my Magic deck? Oh right, just tits. The perpetually offended social justice warriors will continue to be perpetually offended. It’s what they do. What aren’t going to be able to do is drive young white men out of gaming. Game developers will continue to make games that sell, and young white men are a good chunk of the market share. For everything wrong that Anita Sarkeesian says, she’s right that women are a good chunk as well, and we’d like to be marketed to. Really, people are mad that there are women saying, “Hey! I have money here that I’d like to throw at you if you’d just not kick so much sand in my face.”

Is it really too much to ask for women to be treated like people? Why that such an offensive to request to a subset of the gaming community is beyond my comprehension. What’s even more baffling is seeing otherwise mature, rational people defending the behavior of that subset. Or at the very least, affiliating themselves with them.

I point out: even 4chan has banned gamergate discussions. Why? Because those threads have extensive doxxing and coordinated harassment planning in them. Which is one of those few things 4chan doesn’t permit. When fucking 4chan has disavowed you because of your shitty tactics, it’s time to re-evaluate your life choices and choice of allies in particular. -LabRat

It’s time to disavow gamergate. Give the hashtag over to the trolls and let it collapse in on itself. If we need to talk about the issues it has brought to light, fine. But really, I just want to go shoot zombies in the face.

*I’m not skeered of you.

**Does that come with armor and a big sword? Bet it shows lots of skin. Chainmaille bikinis are so 1998.

Thoughts on 36

Thirty six. Doesn’t really seem like any sort of landmark. Just one more trip around the sun. It’s a mathematically interesting number. Second number being double the first and the whole thing is divisible by 9. At 9 years old, I was in the third grade. My little finger was already crooked due to a playground fight where it was broken. I would go on to break my arm that summer; just in time to start the fourth grade in a cast.

9 years later, the world considered me an adult. This is the year I had all 4 wisdom teeth removed and totaled my first car. In fact, I think my face may have still been swollen from the oral surgery when I went careening into the median on I-40. No, I was not on any kind of pain meds at the time.

9 years after that, I would find myself working for my current employer. First job I felt like I really got on my own. Prior ones obtained through some connection.

Today I have officially been an adult for as long as I was a child, at least in the eyes of the law. It marks the point where my adult days outnumber those of my childhood. What a thing that is? This is also the year my son will be able to get his driver’s license. I think that means I can officially shew the kids off of my lawn now.

We shall see if this is finally the year that Weird Al recognizes our shared date of birth.

Elsewhere

If I’m going to be funny on the internet, I should really make with the funny here.

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And a thought for my readers, now that Oklahoma has to recognize marriage licenses from New Jersey, how long until New Jersey has to recognize my carry permit? I mean, it’s not like civil rights should apply to everyone, everywhere. Particularly those rights actually mentioned in the Constitution.

Personally, I’m for consenting adults marrying who they want, smoking what they want, and having the right to protect themselves with an assault rifle if they so choose.