Thursday, August 28, 2014
shubzilla:

A much needed manicure. #treatyoself #grumpy

Love it!
I’m always a fan of sparkly black.

shubzilla:

A much needed manicure. #treatyoself #grumpy

Love it!

I’m always a fan of sparkly black.

Done with this discussion

More and more I’m feeling that “I’m done with this discussion” thing. I’m taking less shit and trying to walk away.

Two recent, actually executed examples, the car salesguy who could not keep up, and at the professional training I attended in California a couple weeks ago when one dude who was clearly trying to be the “guy who did the right thing” and another guy I’m not so sure wanted to be in on the conversation and I were having a discussion about women in science. “dude who did the right thing” was touting how far we’ve come and his own personal helping it along. I was done, so I bit my tongue because I understand now the “I don’t have the bandwidth to be the one to educate you.” Although, I was being mansplained by the dude who was a science professor because he clearly knows more about the plight of women in science than me, a woman in science.

To anybody I was ever on the other side of that for, I’m sorry. I sincerely apologize because I now understand that feeling of having said something so many times that once more is just too many at that moment. 

Those were easy to walk away from though. I just didn’t buy the freaking car. And, who cares if I walk away from a discussion about women in science with two men at a training. But now I’m in a situation where I quit the discussion long ago, but it keeps following me, and for me to walk away means to sever relationships that are important to me and to close career doors that are held open by maintaining the status I would need to quit.

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femfreq:

Brand new episode of Tropes vs Women is online! Please heed the content warning on this video. It contains some especially triggering scenes of sexual violence.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

What about our fans? Are they privileged? Let me tell you about Anders. He was one of two male love interests in Dragon Age II, and the only one of the two that would actually make his intentions known to the player without the player expressing interest first. If you were nice to him, he would make a pass at you, and you could turn him down, and that would be the end of it. And some fans REALLY did not like that.

Some of them asked for a gay toggle; because in a game where there’s mature themes, slavery, death, and none of which we offer toggles for, encountering a gay character? OOH, beyond the pale. They didn’t want to be exposed to homosexuality.

And this one fan on our forums posted that he felt too much attention had been spent on women and gays and not enough on straight male gamers. For all of whom he personally spoke, of course. ‘It’s ridiculous that I even have to use a term like Straight Male Gamers, when in the past I would only have to say fans.’ The purpose of the romances in Dragon Age II was to give each type of fan an equal content. Two romances whether you’re male or female, straight or gay.

How upsetting for this particular Straight Male Gamer to realize he wasn’t being catered to. This was not equality to him, but an imbalance; an imbalance of the natural order. He did not want equality, he’s not interested in equality. To him, from his perspective, equality means he’s getting less. Less options? Actually, no, the number of options we had in that game was actually the same number of options that he would have received earlier. What was his issue was the idea that there was attention being spent on other groups, which SHOULD have rightly gone to him.

Do ALL straight male gamers feel exactly the same as he does? Absolutely not. In the thread where this came up in fact, there was quite a few guys who came in and identified themselves as straight male gamers and said ‘I actually don’t have an issue with that, as long as I receive an experience I enjoy, I think other people should be able to enjoy that too.’ But if you think that Straight Male Gamer Dude is an outlier among our fanbase, you were not paying attention.

This is Anita Sarkeesian, she’s the author of the Feminist Frequency, a blog which examines tropes in the depiction of women in popular culture. You’ve probably all heard about this, it’s a matter of public record, she announced a Kickstarter to start a web series to look at the tropes in video games and she was subjected to a campaign of vicious abuse and harassment by male gamers. Why? Well, because she represents to these guys the loss of their coveted place in the gaming audience. Never mind that well all know Goddamn well that they’re still at the top of the totem pole. What they see themselves losing is sole proprietorship over their domain. That’s what it is.

Everything that is changing about the gaming industry to accommodate these players, to them, is diluting the purity of gaming which has belonged solely to them. That’s what this is all about. And here’s the thing, I’m pretty certain that our industry fears the scrutiny of those guys way more than the scrutiny of everyone else. Because those are the guys that scream at the top of their lungs, they spend their time on every internet forum, they spend their time making Metacritic reviews. Infuriate them, and you become a target. It’s so much easier to say “Well, that’s what our fans are like. There’s nothing we can do.” And that’s bullshit.

They didn’t set the tone, did they? We set the tone. What we put out there, what we permit, whether it’s on our forums, whether it’s on Xbox Live, the things that we permit we are in effect condoning. What happened to Anita, we the industry, are partly responsible for. We’re in part to blame. And if the idea of moral responsibility doesn’t phase you, consider the idea that the time will probably soon come that this will also amount to legal responsibility.

BioWare EA Writer David Gaider speaking on sexism and sexuality in video games. (via lolitsgabe)

also known as “Why I Love And Support BioWare Games”

(via optimisticduelist)

Bioware ain’t perfect, but good gosh it does give me the warm fuzzies when one of their crew knocks it out of the park.

(via northstarfan)

cosplayingwhileblack:

X
Characters: Hunson & Marceline
Series: Adventure Time

Awesome Dad and Daughter cosplaying together. 
(I’m assuming Dad and Daughter, but in either case, super cool.)

cosplayingwhileblack:

X

Characters: Hunson & Marceline

Series: Adventure Time

Awesome Dad and Daughter cosplaying together. 

(I’m assuming Dad and Daughter, but in either case, super cool.)

colbaltdrg:

mewiet:

retrogradeworks:

I love to see children who are so delicate and gentle with animals.  It warms my heart amidst a sea of brats pulling cats’ tails and getting whacked.

Also JESUS THAT’S A SNUGGLY CHICKEN.

I love how she reaches up on her tippy toes to snuggle into his shoulder.

To be more exact, that’s a hen. Which is the female. This is likely not his first encounter with her. My grandpa had chickens and hens, and if you visit them frequently like this they develop affection to you. I would know, because I sat in the chicken coop alot. The hens get a small maternal kick, and come to cuddle you because she wants to keep you warm, like she would do with her chicks. This means the boy has spent alot of time with her, and that just makes it more heart warming.

(Source: hannahbowl)

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

stopwhitewashing:

cynique:

popculturebrain:

Leading Men Age, Leading Women Don’t | Vulture

There are more charts if you click through.

I’m so glad this info graphic is going around, because so many people don’t realize how ageism and misogyny play hand in hand and how the sexualization of young girls play into this.

Santoine: This is an important graph I felt you all should see and understand

girldwarf:

kaelio:

fuck-me-barnes:

tessalynn:

A snippet from an article on Huffington Post about what it means to be working poor.
Pretty spot on…

I got into an argument today with someone who is a landlord, and they were outraged, outraged, to find that their evicted tenants owned an Xbox 360. Never mind that the console was ten years old and worth perhaps $50 on Craigslist, they were outraged that their evicted tenants did not sell it, along with the very clothes on their back, to pay their back rent. I tried to explain to him that when you are $1800 in back rent, $50 isn’t even a dent in that debt. Why bother? Why bother selling that $50 item if it isn’t going to get you any less evicted? If it’s not going to save you, you’ll hold on to it. Money becomes meaningless when you’ll never have enough to hold onto. You just let it flow like water through your hands. It’s all gone anyways, no matter what you do. It was gone before it ever touched you.

This is what middle-class people and above never understand.

Seriously, this is so beyond true. When people say, “A head of lettuce costs $2, why is this person buying an unhealthy burger?” consider that the head of lettuce won’t actually create a meal and requires the purchase of several more items—and you may literally only have $2 to your name, so you need something that’s actually a meal (and fast food provides that cheap meal). This is why we eat top ramen multiple nights a week—not because we’re too stubborn to “learn” healthy eating and healthy “shopping habits” but because we’re literally dirt poor, literally fucking negative bank balance poor.
When people complain that a poor person buys Starbucks, consider that maybe that $3 latte (and, yeah, I notice you always calling it a $5 drink, then $6 drink, and progressively higher from there as you complain more and more) is a short pleasure that will ease the fucking horribleness of life for a few hours, and that the maybe $10-$30 poor people could save in a month by not buying sbux will not actually ever possibly accumulate into enough wealth to shift their circumstances, like seriously that sbux for those few hours is doing more to improve a poor person’s life quality than saving that money would. and yeah, maybe we’d have like $120-$360 saved at the end of the year (at the cost of losing those small pleasures), but in situations that call for breaking into the savings (car purchases, broken limbs, etc) you’re a fucking fool if you think that even makes a dent in the kind of money we’ll owe. car prices, medical prices… those are fucking mystical numbers we can’t even fucking imagine paying. $3 latte? yeah, I can do that.
and yeah, maybe we have an flat-screen HDTV—well, for fucking starters, NO, those don’t fucking cost $1000 anymore you goddamn fool, not the ones we fucking buy, they’re like $350 or less, and flat-screens are LITERALLY the only type of TV for sale anymore, it’s not some fucking luxurious Rich People version. but you know what? that TV provides hours and hours and hours of comfort and fun and pleasure (hey, we want to feel good too—again, that is not a Rich People-only version of life). and again, the $350 or whatever it’s worth won’t make a dent. We will owe rent monthly, and selling that TV provides one sum. Selling it does not provide us with consistent income to deal with our ongoing expenses. It makes no fucking sense to sell something for a flat amount and be out what little we have when we will continue to owe and owe and owe and pray to God our next paycheck covers all of our expenses and PLEASE don’t let me get sick or hurt because then i’m fucking done, literally actually done and permanently unable to repair my destroyed credit in order to scrape my way to the lower middle class just so i can survive with some marginal amount of comfort

girldwarf:

kaelio:

fuck-me-barnes:

tessalynn:

A snippet from an article on Huffington Post about what it means to be working poor.

Pretty spot on…

I got into an argument today with someone who is a landlord, and they were outraged, outraged, to find that their evicted tenants owned an Xbox 360. Never mind that the console was ten years old and worth perhaps $50 on Craigslist, they were outraged that their evicted tenants did not sell it, along with the very clothes on their back, to pay their back rent. I tried to explain to him that when you are $1800 in back rent, $50 isn’t even a dent in that debt. Why bother? Why bother selling that $50 item if it isn’t going to get you any less evicted? If it’s not going to save you, you’ll hold on to it. Money becomes meaningless when you’ll never have enough to hold onto. You just let it flow like water through your hands. It’s all gone anyways, no matter what you do. It was gone before it ever touched you.

This is what middle-class people and above never understand.

Seriously, this is so beyond true. When people say, “A head of lettuce costs $2, why is this person buying an unhealthy burger?” consider that the head of lettuce won’t actually create a meal and requires the purchase of several more items—and you may literally only have $2 to your name, so you need something that’s actually a meal (and fast food provides that cheap meal). This is why we eat top ramen multiple nights a week—not because we’re too stubborn to “learn” healthy eating and healthy “shopping habits” but because we’re literally dirt poor, literally fucking negative bank balance poor.

When people complain that a poor person buys Starbucks, consider that maybe that $3 latte (and, yeah, I notice you always calling it a $5 drink, then $6 drink, and progressively higher from there as you complain more and more) is a short pleasure that will ease the fucking horribleness of life for a few hours, and that the maybe $10-$30 poor people could save in a month by not buying sbux will not actually ever possibly accumulate into enough wealth to shift their circumstances, like seriously that sbux for those few hours is doing more to improve a poor person’s life quality than saving that money would. and yeah, maybe we’d have like $120-$360 saved at the end of the year (at the cost of losing those small pleasures), but in situations that call for breaking into the savings (car purchases, broken limbs, etc) you’re a fucking fool if you think that even makes a dent in the kind of money we’ll owe. car prices, medical prices… those are fucking mystical numbers we can’t even fucking imagine paying. $3 latte? yeah, I can do that.

and yeah, maybe we have an flat-screen HDTV—well, for fucking starters, NO, those don’t fucking cost $1000 anymore you goddamn fool, not the ones we fucking buy, they’re like $350 or less, and flat-screens are LITERALLY the only type of TV for sale anymore, it’s not some fucking luxurious Rich People version. but you know what? that TV provides hours and hours and hours of comfort and fun and pleasure (hey, we want to feel good too—again, that is not a Rich People-only version of life). and again, the $350 or whatever it’s worth won’t make a dent. We will owe rent monthly, and selling that TV provides one sum. Selling it does not provide us with consistent income to deal with our ongoing expenses. It makes no fucking sense to sell something for a flat amount and be out what little we have when we will continue to owe and owe and owe and pray to God our next paycheck covers all of our expenses and PLEASE don’t let me get sick or hurt because then i’m fucking done, literally actually done and permanently unable to repair my destroyed credit in order to scrape my way to the lower middle class just so i can survive with some marginal amount of comfort