I had the strangest dream last night. I rarely dream and last night had been particularly negative as I tried to fall asleep. But my mind invented the strangest scenario to put a hate in me at ease I didn’t realize I was still carrying with me.
I thought my seasonal allergies had finally lifted their curse from my life, but ragweed season is here to crush my head from the inside out again.
When I’m tired, I’m tired of all these streets, all these houses, all these people and their distractions. I experience an exhaustion fueled by everything wasted.
Anita Sarkeesian, whose excellent Tropes vs Women in Video Games series is an important contribution to the discussion of gender and games, has been driven from her home by enraged male gamers whose stalking, and explicit, credible threats of sexual violence against her and her family convinced her to go into hiding.
In so doing, these men have ably demonstrated the point Sarkeesian sought to make all along: that gaming is riddled with misogynistic violence, and that this violence reflects a real-world misogyny rampant within the gaming world.
Trolls drive Anita Sarkeesian out of her house to prove misogyny doesn’t exist [Adi Robertson/The Verge]
yep, no problems here!
August is almost over, this is a sad thing.
I saw a pokémon eating poutine, with a chainsaw…