To be a gamer meant to be part of a small, semi-exclusive club. Gaming was uncommon. It was the domain of the geek, the dweeb, the loser, the basement-dwelling cretin. But to gamers, it was an ivory tower, a community based around a common love and a common sense of “us vs. them”.
But as time moved on, the “them” suddenly started looking a lot more like “us”. Where gaming used to be the province of the nerd, the proliferation of gaming consoles as media consoles – especially starting with the PS2 and swelling with the Xbox 360 – meant that more and more people were becoming gamers. The jocks who used to give the geeks wedgies and mock them for playing The Legend of Zelda became gamers themselves, scarfing down Call of Duty, Madden and FIFA in record numbers. Women, too, started becoming a more visible and prominent part of the gaming industry. And what does one do when your once-exclusive club becomes less exclusive? You find ways to disqualify people. You marginalize them. You say “they don’t count”. More people play Bejewelled or Candy Crush Saga or Peggle than any AAA console game… but they don’t “count” because they’re “casual” gamers. Women don’t count because they don’t play the right games; they’re playing Sims 4 or Pokemon XY, not Titanfall or Gears of War. Anything to disqualify them. Anything to make sure they don’t “count”.
Anything to keep the focus on the “us”. The “hardcore” gamers. The “real” gamers.
Happy 97th Birthday, Jack Kirby.
Man I have got to get off my ass and finally get acquainted with the work of Jack Kirby because holy crap those look amazing.
Ok music people, this is actually pretty good! It’s Andrew Bird (of whistling, violining fame) covering The Handsome Family Band (whom you may have heard as apart of the opening to True Dectivive.)
Hey, a neat cover of one of my favorite Queens of the Stone Age songs, HOW NOVEL!
Destroyer is good for cold, dreary days like this.