So, how is #GamerGate going, you might ask? I’ll be honest – I went out of town for five blissful days for a board game convention, which is pretty much as close to a religious experience as I get. During that time, I was far too transfixed by dice and wooden meeples to give any fucks about what was going on. This was me thinking about gamergate while at BGG.con:
Well, there was the part where the dynamic duo dug Jack Thompson out of his court-sanctioned exile so that they could declare him quite reasonable and sadly misunderstood. Well, that required me to come up for air to give my two cents.
But seriously, the board game con was a few thousand game players – sure board gamers, but literally, other than one person who saw my Sea Lion T-shirt and broke out laughing, and said ‘fuck gamergate’, not one mention the whole time. You would never know Gamergate was a thing. It was blissful, and once I came back, I tried getting back into things, and to be honest, my heart wasn’t in it.
Seriously, it’s like a fever had broken. Now, a huge part of that is because GamerGate has, since the week of the Red Wedding, veered into Shirtstorm and the Jack Thompson fiasco, pretty much devolved into being an endless miasma of anti-SJW fuckwittery and, even more than that, endless, endless web drama that is more obsessed with defending Gamergate’s right to exist than anything remotely related to, you know, that ethics thing. But hey, don’t get me wrong, the GGers are having fun.
But it’s a pissant, petty, nihilistic sort of ‘fun’. Here’s a little taste of the penny-ante bullshit that has been CONSUMING the hashtag on twitter, KiA and Gamerghazi. Continue reading
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