Many readers have warned me not to dip a toe into the gamergate debate, which, so far, we’ve been covering through aggregation and reader-input.
And I’m not going to dive headlong into an extremely complex series of events, which have generated huge amounts of intense emotion on all sides, in a gamer culture which Dish readers know far, far better than I.
Oh-No. Monseigneur Humility deigns to wake. But he dares not dive. And a cherub chub, on Hallows’ Eve, dares not stalk my Snickers.
But part of my job is to write and think about burning current web discussions – and add maybe two cents, even as an outsider.
There’s an atmosphere in which it has somehow become problematic to have a classic white, straight male identity, and a lot that goes with it… I believe in the flourishing of all sorts of cultures and subcultures and have long been repulsed by the nannies and busybodies who want to police them…
Flourishing. Thriving, in the sun. Rising above the fetid mud beneath Andrew’s feet, ’tis precious life. He lowers his gaze – though he was warned not to – at the swaying flowers and tendrils, and there he beholds I WILL KILL YOU CUNT. And he weeps. Yes He Weeps. God Himself, you might recall, once got the exalted Weeps.
…look, many gamers were the bullied in high school; this was their safe space; it was a place they could call home. They now feel it slipping away, and it has unhinged some and disconcerted many, as a lot of mainstream culture has heaped scorn and ridicule on them at the same time. And I’m sorry, but I feel some sympathy here.
GONNA RAPE YOU GOT THAT BITCH. Sure, Andrew, I mean you. Why not? Am I still worthy of your man-geek sympathy? Does it matter if I was bullied by someone, somewhere, at some point in time?