TRIGGER WARNING!!! (trigger warnings are always so provocative, don’t ya think?)
This post is Contradictory, with some heavy handed Name-calling to stir the embers of discourse.
Coming from a dubious background of lurking some of the more trolley infested sites among the Inter-webs, this phrase caught my eye.
Some of Obnoxious’s swatting victims took long breaks from streaming, even though it was a major social outlet and an income source for them.
At first glance I assumed this was a typical deviant juvenile, but a niggling seed germinated in my mind. How does playing games become a source of income? Is there that much of a demand to watch people play a game?
As an avid gamer, I had on occasion perused the halls of Twitch. A new game being reviewed upon release, or some hints to maximize my game-playing ability, but neither felt the need to return to a page nor donate money for someone to literally enjoy themselves at my expense. Wracking my brain for a possible reason for such philanthropy ended in the usual rape-apologetic, misogynist answer of “Sex sells.” Usual answer for me, because however comfortable I am in my femininity, I still recognize that I am after-all, a male.
Dissecting my initial image of the perpetrator, armed with this insight into perversion and loneliness, I began to re-construe my prejudice. Imagining a puerile, unwashed, neck-bearded basement dweller’s misguided agenda, became a much clearer picture when focused through the lens of a Reddit lurker, Gamer-gate.
A haven of socially inept pubescent bundles of hormones, with no attributes to endear themselves to other humans, seeking sanctuary in an interactive land of make-believe. These unkempt, homogeneous and patriarchal masses, watched in horror as the cows began to stray from the controlled herd and graze in their rightful (and ONLY) stomping ground. The cries went out to their brethren to round them back up, and beat them back into placid submission.
Whatever side of the Gamer-gate fence we fall on is ultimately absurd, but these particularly active misogynists secretly harbored their envy of feminine wiles. They have no such crutch to support their self-destructive introversion, and here were a collection of defiant wymyn talking equal smack and throwing down with the best, yet were being PAID to do it. I imagine the reaction to being beaten by such a grrrl, must have angered the knuckle-dragger something fierce. Seeing the cleavage of his nemeses as an unfair advantage in Twitch patronage, and being a juvenile, had the strange effects of both fascination and disgust.
Imagine a defiant, deviant, teenager’s inner monologue.
“I will inspect these weapons of my enemy, and diffuse their power over me. I will turn their source of advantage into my joy, and their terror. This way, shall I regain dominance in this field of battle.”
This is a feminine man’s interpretation, and as such may be (admittedly) wildly inaccurate. This is just how I like to impose my personal prejudice upon the things I take note of; I also imagine the lives of complete strangers in Walmart out of boredom. These are cold, cynical, man-tinted glasses, I use to keep the world entertaining. Devoid of love, and human warmth, it’s easy to throw these stones. He was a horny bullying teenage boy, simple. Some girls abused sex for money, simple. Technology shows another hidden thorn amid it’s blossoms, not so simple.
At least someday we can be sure that the robots who replace us will all be reasonable and equal, even if they do end up being created in man’s image.
TL;DR
F**K THE POLICE.
