Sexism logic fail

Game is perceived to be sexist due to the fact that male protagonist must rescue female from the forces of bad.  In an attempt to nullify the perceived sexism, the game is re-created (plagiarized) with the male and female roles reversed.

…and this is considered NOT sexist how?

Murdering a murderer for committing murder doesn’t solve anything.  In the end, you still have someone who committed murder that is still alive and standing in the end, and is technically probably wanted by the authorities.  It’s a little extreme of an analogy but I think it’s valid; people who hack video games they think are sexist, and make a game where females rescue males aren’t solving anything either; in the end, they’ve produced a sexist game themselves.

Over the last few weeks, there’s been some buzz on the interwebs about sexism in video games, and two particular instances where people have hacked some classic Nintendo games in an attempt to fight an imaginary fight against sexism in video games.  One guy hacked Donkey Kong, and reversed the roles of Mario and Pauline, so that the player plays as Pauline who has to jump barrels, hammer living fireballs, and climb ladders to rescue Mario, who has been kidnapped by Donkey Kong.  A week later, someone hacked The Legend of Zelda, so that you play through the entire game as Princess Zelda, in the quest to gather the pieces of the Triforce and defeat Ganon and rescue Link.

What we have here are people attempting to fight against perceived misogyny by employing misandry.

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Does high school anonymity exist anymore?

I was listening to the 2012 Best of the Howard Stern show, and there was a segment about a kid who put out a video on YouTube that sort of went viral earlier in the year, about how he would jack off to the Facebook pictures of all the girls he knew.  Because clearly all the girls that bothered to friend him had, or had their privacy settings set to where he could creep to the slutty pictures that all teenage girls seem incapable of not uploading.  It’s a catchy tune to be honest, and the lyrics are funny, but yeah in the end, the underlying message is still pretty creepy.

When the Stern Show managed to get the kid on the air, it turns out that he’s some dumb teenage black weeaboo into anime, has no friends, and is more or less completely oblivious to the fact that he’s 17 with no inkling of idea what he’s going to do with his future, and absolutely no preparation for what the adult world is going to be like when it comes crashing down on him when he’s done with high school.  And no genuine understanding of that something like this video is never going to be fully erased from the internet no matter if he takes it down or not, and that if the right (or wrong) people find it, it could seriously jeopardize his future prospects in so many varying ways.

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Hi brog, I’ve been busy lately

It’s not that I’m neglecting my brog, but the truth of the matter is that I actually kind of have been busy this month.  A couple things have happened that had necessitated some travel, a couple things have happened that have consumed a good deal of my personal time, and lastly I’m once again taking part in National Novel Writing Month, which is pretty much taking up the rest of everything else.  The quest to put down 50,000 words in a 30-day span, which I sometimes wonder why I do other than personal torment.

As of now, I’m in great shape, well ahead of the pace, and currently sitting at around 27,500+ words.  I would never share this putrid story with anyone else, but if I could describe it in a brief synopsis, think SyFy channel, but way worse better.  I’m actually wondering if I could sell this to SyFy after I finish as a potential screenplay.

I’ll admit that ever since I have gotten on the Facebook wagon, that I haven’t been writing as much on my brog either.  Granted, most of my October was spent on two long vacations, and this has been a month of literary writing abandon, but it’s not like I don’t have any opportunity to brog anymore, either.  Sometimes I find myself wondering if I should write something on my brog, in 300 words or more, or if I should dumb it down to a succinct statement and share it on Facebook instead.  Ultimately, my brog will always mean more to me than Facebook will, but I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve written things as Facebook status updates that I might have turned into more elaborate posts here.

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In memorandum: The resistance

For years, I resisted in signing up for a LiveJournal account.  I don’t really know why, other than the fact that so many people I already knew were already there.  I didn’t necessarily think it was a bad thing, but for some reason, I resisted in joining something everyone else had joined.  Eventually, I did join, and to no surprise, it wasn’t the end of the world.  It was a pretty good way of keeping in touch with some people.

For years, I resisted in signing up for a MySpace account.  I don’t really know why, other than the fact that so many people I already knew already had their own.  I didn’t necessarily think it was a bad thing, but I disliked how commercial, how ad-ridden, and how plagued it was with shitty musicians, spam-bots soliciting shitty webcam sex girls, but a lot of my friends were there.  Eventually I did join, and to no surprise, it wasn’t the end of the world.  It wasn’t as good of a means of keeping in track of people, but it did serve its purpose somewhat; the last time I heard from MySpace, someone named Jose had simply assumed my account, despite the fact that it was free for anyone to get their own.  Good riddance?

As of this past weekend, I broke down the latest resistance and signed up for a Facebook account.  And to no surprise, it’s not the end of the world.

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I knew stuff like this was going to happen

In short: self-righteous man takes his fake agenda against Chic-Fil-A out on an innocent Chic-Fil-A employee, tapes himself making an ass out of himself, puts it on the internet, gets discovered, fired, owned.

What I didn’t really expect was the age of the guy doing this. I more expected younger, 20-30 somethings with no direction in their lives and even less independent thought to be the ones doing such sheep piling and public trolling, with hopes of becoming internet famous or something. Not some 40+ tooly douchebag, but in the end, what does it really matter?

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It’s just food

Lately, I hear on a fairly regular basis the crucifixion of Chick-Fil-A.  About how they hate gays, support anti-gay things, and other claims and allegations that martyr gay people.  Now I apologize if I’m a bit ambivalent to the news around the world, but the few things that I’ve read about the matter have all stated that the Cathy family, stated that they were “supportive of the traditional family.”  Sure, that means that they don’t approve of gay marriage, but it also means they don’t support interracial marriages, or people getting divorces let alone re-marrying either.

Somewhere along the line, this whole war turned into Chick-Fil-A versus Gay People.  It seems to me that that’s not really what this is really about, yet somehow it’s been steered to go in this direction.  I don’t think it’s right that the Cathy family is against non-traditional families, but that’s their opinions, but I also don’t think it’s right that gay people are the only ones martyred in this whole equation when there are several other factions that have just as much right to be appalled by the opinions of the Cathys.

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Among other things, the internet ruins wrestling

When the fans were chanting for Brock Lesnar fifteen minutes before he was supposed to “shock the world” with his return, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in John Cena’s head, since he was the guy in the ring trying to cut a promo, but being drowned out by the Lesnar chants.  Also, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in the minds of WWE upper management and Vince McMahon at what was transpiring before their very eyes and ears – every single person in an arena, completely already in the know of what was probably carefully prepared, scripted and planned to be a big surprise.  I wonder if someone got fired as a result, or even more meta, this was all perhaps an even bigger elaborate ruse!  But I kind of doubt it.

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