We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the…
Nice use of a teachable moment. I’ll just add that if that never happened to you until you were 14, you were probably at least somewhat sheltered.
Q: Who is this game for? You seem to be targeting a broad audience.
A: It is an M-rated game, so it’s meant for grownups, but outside of that we have a lot of female players. Obviously, being a video game, we have a lot of younger adult players. But we have players of all ages. We go to Comic-Con, we have 18 to 45 [year-olds]. And because this is a game that is so much about stories and characters, it brings in a broader demographic than a typical shoot-’em-up game.
“meant for grownups but outside of that we have a lot of female players”
are you fucking kidding me
This guy can just go fuck himself twelve ways nasally with his own dick, to be honest.
What. The. Fuck.
Fuck you Casey Hudson. Fuck you in the ear.
kind of confused…?
what’s wrong with acknowledging that mass effect has a lot of female fans? it does. i don’t
get what’s wrong?
I’d like to introduce you to a small minority of females on tumblr who like to tear apart whatever is said about girls (Even if it isn’t about girls but a person in general) and then label men sexist and shove insults down their throat.
It only happens to me on a daily basis.
boo hoo poor menz
See, the idea is clearly that the slip reveals that he doesn’t think of women as “grown ups” in terms of categorization. But whether you think the slip is Freudian or just a slip is probably heavily dependent on your attitude going in.
“A popular exercise among High School creative writing teachers in America is to ask students to imagine they have been transformed, for a day, into someone of the opposite sex, and describe what that day might be like. The results, apparently, are uncannily uniform. The girls all write long and detailed essays that clearly show they have spent a great deal of time thinking about the subject. Half of the boys usually refuse to write the essay entirely. Those who do make it clear they have not the slightest conception what being a teenage girl might be like, and deeply resent having to think about it.”
David Graeber, “Beyond Power/Knowledge: An Exploration of Power, Ignorance and Stupidity” (pdf)
He also says much the same thing in “Revolutions in Reverse,” an essay included in the book Revolutions in Reverse (which can be read in Scribd at the link). I’d been meaning to post a quote from the second source for a while, thanks to Aaron Brady for the actual excerpt above. That last link is a good essay on the recent Rush Limbaugh BS and how patriarchy works and how male privilege is defended by having men like Limbaugh around to keep women’s opinions out of the allowed discourse on the subject. To keep high school boys forever unable to write essays that could relate to the issue of needing hormonal birth control to control ovarian cysts.
So this is about a month late, but it’s an idea that I’ve been tossing around in my head for a while. From all around the world, what I had in mind was that next Thursday (3/29/2012) everyone takes a photo of the sky and upload it to Twitter, Tumblr, or whatever. It can be any photo of the…
Step aside, 2DT. I want to write fanfic about THIS.
So, i’ve had a revelation these past couple of days, and i really feel the need to draw attention to the results here.
So if we were to go by popular music, we should all be thinking how sexy we are and we know it, or how our hands should be contstantly up in the air… or maybe we should drop that bass because itss too fucking heavy to lift or whatever the fucking problem with bass is these days.
The metaphor has grown out of control! We need metaphors to deal with our metaphors!
As a lyricist I used to often opine that pop music lyrics were often vapid. But as was pointed out to me, there’s a lowest-common-denominator factor at work here: lyrics that are too electic, too elusive, that demand thought, are incapable of appealing to the masses. People are forced to work to understand things for 12+ years of schooling; they don’t want to have to work to understand their music.
As long as your music goes for mass appeal, you’re stuck with the problem of understandability. Everyone who goes to a club can understand simple stories about being in the club. I’m not defending it - it’s the equivalent of a writer writing about writer’s block, which is only really interesting the first time anyone ever did it (Proust?) - but I’m saying that if we understand the problem we also understand there’s no easy solution. Why do we build music for mass appeal? This is a result of doing music for the money, a stance encouraged by the huge music industry.
Those who - as deadmau5 says - “get it” - are those who put the message first, over cheap shots at sympathy like working up the nerve to talk to a hot girl at a club. These are the people who put art ahead of money - but we already knew that on some level, I’m sure.
I hate when people say they don’t like a book, when they’ve never read it.
I hate when people say they don’t like a movie, when they’ve never watched it.
And then I get stubborn because it’s so stupid for them to say something when they don’t even know what they’re saying. It’s like someone going “FIND KONY…oh, Uganda is in Africa right?” flkdjfadalskdjfd
What I hate is when people enter into discussions where input from other people matters (say, politics), assume they are right - even if they are right - and do so with complete disregard for where other people are coming from.
Sadly, this is how most people on the Internet operate.
Person in Real Life: I can see your gender, your general age, your height, your weight, and your location as I see you standing right here. Me: That’s cool. Person in Real Life: So who are you voting for this year? Me: ARE YOU TRYING TO START TROUBLE NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS Person on Tumblr: Do you believe in a god, is there someone you hate, what is your favorite lovemaking position? Me: This is acceptable chatting material. Person on Tumblr: How old are you? Me: GET OFF MY PAGE YOU FREAK OF A STALKER
The descent into dystopia is starting and it isn’t down to someone sticking the wrong USB chord into the malevolent computer brain of Skynet, raining down Terminators on us and placing the world in the hideous position where Christian Bale is our only reasonable hope. No, as I watch…