So you may or may not have heard about the latest BIG GAMING SCANDAL to hit the shores of hell in the past few days. I mean, of course you have, and if you haven't well then go on one of the three websites that haven't gone into full lockdown mode and read it up. The only new thing I can add to the debacle itself is that I'm surprised no one's mentioned this on Sad Beta Cuckold's million word epic:
i mean, COME ON DUDE.
But no, I'm not exactly interested in directly talking about this. Who is exactly surprised that the person with extreme depression issues might also have some other emotional issues bundled in? Or that game sites, using said person as a icon for discrimination in the game world (which is still a real thing, sorry nerds) because she was LOUD and FEISTY about that discrimination, are now slightly leery about reporting that she could be less than perfectly moral? Or that the nerd boyfriend exercised the well known axiom of "fool me twenty dozen times, better obsessively categorize all the ways I got humiliated?" Zounds, ya fucks. The only amusement I get from this whole ordeal is the sputtering rage that nerds have over the fact that even VIDEO GAMES are not safe from the concept of "woman using sex to acquire power."
The only truth that needs to be said about this is how boringly this is going to be resolved. That is to say, like every other conflict in history that has involved two zealot factions, everyone loses except those who control the zealots. Zoe Quinn isn't going to suffer. She's already posted a vague blob thing about "not negotiating with terrorists" while everyone she's allied to get all their personal information hacked into. No doubt she already has an exit strategy planned out with a guest column on Kotaku within a week. It won't be a good column, but it doesn't have to be. All that needs is the all important subtext: "you have defended me well, my disciples, but the war continues." Zoe gets her game Steam Greenlit, and receives pity money for her vague game jam project, while her followers get angrier and less connected with any sort of reality.
Meanwhile, you have the Angry White Nerds, who are going to rail at the FEMINIST MAJORITY via hour long videos and screech about DMCA complaints that have no real relevance to their rabid viewership. All that matters on these videos is how long you can ramble about the hypocriticality of women, no matter how possibly weird some of their theories could be. This is the sort of community that, when someone posted on King Chublord Internet Aristocrat's video "hey i think your points are mostly good but why are you yelling about Phil Fish's dumb ass come on" the resulting reaction was almost entirely "FUCKING SJW EAT MY DICK SALT SALT SALT." People claim that the hate and invective are for the sake of "protecting my video games and video game journalism integrity," but of course anyone with goddamned eyes could tell you those ships have sailed since fundamentally forever. Let's be fucking clear here: social justice did not destroy the video game industry, the video game industry destroyed the video game industry.
No, the real purpose of these videos is the all-important subtext: "you have fought for me well, my disciples, but the war continues." The alpha nerds keep getting more and more views for their videos (no doubt leading towards some sort of weird monetization scheme like the Dude Frequency Kickstarter thing) while the rest of the lonely nerds get angrier and pretty well guarantee they will never get a fuck.
Does no one else realize at this point that the most entrenched Gamergate and Anti-Gamergate folks are for all intents and purposes the same horrible shitheels? Both sides can't exist without the other, since without the other posting scurrilous and insane gender theories, the first side can't post their own scurrilous and insane gender theories as a refutation. We're not in hugboxes anymore, we're in a fucking inverse echo chamber that is just getting louder. Neither side actually wants to talk, but keep eating the same stale talking points posted on 4chan/tumblr about how the other side is trying to ruin everything about anything while their own faction just wants to have fun and play some video games. Trying to determine shit like whether Zoe made up her initial harassment charge against nerds or not is fucking impossible. The truth is obviously somewhere out in the No Man's Land, but venture over the bunkers and you're immediately gonna get artillerized by a nonstop barrage of 75mm imgur albums, each shriller than the last, until finally you're forced to go "jesus christ all of you fucking suck." Nothing is going to bridge the divide. The volleys between outrage culture and apology culture are just gonna keep popping up at a faster and faster frequency, like a bad science fiction movie. Then we finally immanentize the eschaton, and I wake up one morning and my laptop is wearing lipstick and ripping my dick off because I made a joke about how much I love big titties without appending a paragraph about how important the woman attached to big titties are.
The weirdest part of this stupid mess is that the Sad Beta Cuckold's stated purpose for looking like the biggest bitch on Frolix 8 was his hope that it would...someone bring together serious talk among game enthusiasts and social justice warriors about morality? Are you joking? Like either he's being disingenuous like everyone else in this fucking mess, or we've got someone whose relationship towards the internet is like Wile E. Coyote's relationship with boulders.
At any rate I'm already sick of talking about this tldr: everyone in the Zoe Quinn Saga could be loaded into a giant brazen bull and nothing of value would be lost
also im sorry there's no pictures here but GISing for anything related to this mess is a surefire ticket to madness
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Zoe Quinn, Turf Wars, and God You Are Stupid
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burn everything,
gamers,
magic garbage world,
sexism,
the internet,
video games
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