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A fight against big brother or two minutes of hate?

20 Aug

Sooo…

I made a video…

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And here are some youtube comments during debate.
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I find it fascinating how some people are so passionate about defending bullying.
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Like we lose our freedom  if some children cant be cruel to other children. What is the end goal here, anyway?

 

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Stieg Larsson sucks. Also his books.

5 Feb

I have read the book and seen the swedish version of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and I hated the book but found the movie far better. The book directly translated into english is called “Men who hate women” and was about female abuse and how evil rich men are and how good Communist journalists are.

The character of Mikael Blomkvist seemed to be the erotic extension of the author himself. Getting laid with three women during the books one year story. I may not be the biggest playah in tha world, but isnt having sex with 3 women over one year a lot? At least in a fictional setting. I get that whoremasters are gonna whore and all, and I am sure some people bang 3 (or more) women a day etc. But as a character trait in a book it does seem a lot. Especially in a book where feminist seem to think the message is pro-women.

I mean; I´ve read many James Bond books and usually he bangs seldom more than one or two women in each book. And they call him a “womaniser”. I guess its okay if the “hero” is a apathetic communist.

So the title of the books should have beenMen who *bleep* women.” The book was boring to read, filled with red herrings and the most detailed and well written part seemed to be the disturbing rape scene, which also says alot if you ask me.

The swedish film removed most of the annoying parts and was great improvement. I dont think he *bleeped* more than one women. Perhaps the american version is even better. I guess I have to give it a try.

I also find it funny that Stieg Larsson was a flaming communist but this book franchise is big business with his family still fighting over the rights to his posthumous fortune.

Blog 2.0 -  Whoremasters are gonna whore.

Blog 2.0 – Whoremasters are gonna whore.

Sia – Elastic Heart feat. Shia LaBeouf & Maddie Ziegler (Official Video) – Pedophilic? An analysis.

14 Jan
What is this music video about?

What is this music video about?

Sooo…

Sia! The best thing to come out of pop since… The 80´s? She is an artist in every sense of the word. I have a great respect for her work. Both before she had a real break trough and the later hits. She has a quirky sound, exciting music videos and sings about interesting themes without falling into an -ism.

The last couple of years or so Sia has had a couple of mainstream big hits. Two songs with DJ David Guetta (Titanum and She Wolf) and the songs Chandelier from her album A 1000 forms of fear. These videos have accompanied music videos which were the style of the time.

Her last single Elastic Heart and [one of the] the music video for Chandelier used a very talented child dancer called Maddie Ziegler to do some impressionist dance to accompany the music. Some people have called pedophila on those videos as it is a child in the center of the video. Now let´s watch the lates video to see what we are talking about —>


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So the question is: Is this video pedophilic in some way? Let´s answer that question by looking for the videos meaning. I will use David Bordwell and Kristin Thompson analytic tools for interpreting meaning explained in their book Film Art. I will therefor look for the referencial, explicit, implicit and symptomatic meaning of this video before coming to a conclusion on this “controversy”.

Referencial:

Joking and playing
Let me start by saying one thing; A perverted person see perverted things in anything. To look for the referencial meaning is just pointing out what we see without giving to much interpretation.

This video is about a girl and an adult man dancing in a cage with dirty clothes. The girl wears a wig also used in former music videos by Sia. The dance is expressive and intense with lots of jerking movements and grimaces accompanying the song Elastic Heart song by Sia. Most of the time the dancing seems playful and comedic but at points during the video it goes slower, more intimate.

I do not know a lot about dance as an art, but I can say that it technique seems to be good and interesting to watch. The dance moves goes from averting to more aggressive. The actors goes from being distant from each other to jumping on to each other. They use the entire space of the cage to explore.

At one point the girl goes out of the cage but the man can not go trough the bars. The girl then goes inside again to continue the dance. Then at the end of the video and song the girl goes outside of the cage again, this time staying while the man reach out for her, grabbing her. First he has an intense pleading look and then goes over to a more stale and dead look. This end scene goes on for a while, long after the music has ended and the sounds are just silent ambience of the room. Then the video fades to black.

There is nothing referentially pedofilic in this video. At no point is there kissing, touching of bad parts or any other perverted imagery. Its just an adult man dancing with a girl.

Explicit:

Idunno

Very little can be explicitly stated about this video. There is no explanation to the girl and the mans relationship (other than outside in the real world, where he is an famous actor, and she is a child dancer). There are no cue card pointing out “Father” and “Daughter”, or “Pedoman” and “Victim” or anything else. So we as an audience has to guess what this dance is about. In 2015 that is not a good idea cuz people are too emotionally stumped to use empathy to understand what is going on. It needs to be hammered in with a nail.

The only thing that is explicit is that this is a music video for the song Elastic Heart and that the dance is suppose to represent the music or the lyrics somewhat. So let´s look shortly at the lyrics song during this dance.

The song starts of with

And another one bites the dust
Oh why can I not conquer love?
And I might have thought that we were one
Wanted to fight this war without weapons

So it is some kind of love song. The way I interpreted that song its about a love relationship with a lot of baggage. The singer has issues that makes it hard to keep the relationship going. It seems she leaves when things get to complicated. That the song is accompanying the dance and that this is a music video is the only thing explicit in this video.

Implicit:

Bad touch?

Bad touch?

So I at least couldnt find any pedofilic references neither referencial or explicit. So I guess that the pedophilia must be interpreted and implied. So I will now analyse this video for deeper implicit meanings. I will make two interpretations of this video. One that I think is the most “normal” one and most people will see and that may have the most evidence for, and then my interpretation that may or may not be a little more far fetch.

But first… A coffee break.

Okay. So I think the most common, non perverted, interpretation of this video is that its a dance representing a coming of age between a father and a daughter. The daughter is playing with her father as a child, but also wanting to be alone and explore on her own. The father then fights with himself to accept that the daughter is growing up and soon will be moving away. I think this is a sound interpretation that fits in with what we see in the video. It´s not my interpretation, though.

I interpet the music video as having a symbiotic relationship with the song. That the video´s dance is meant to be seen as an henanchement of the songs meaning, which is a song about a woman struggling to find ease in a relationship. The cage then represent the relationships bounderies, the man represents the love interest and the girl represents a immature woman not being able to do the “adult” thing. I will add that I also think the girl is a representation of the artist Sia. I base this on the use of the wig, that looks much like the artist own hairstyle.

We, as a mature audience, could see the girl as a metaphor of an adult woman with childlike mentality. This does not make the video pedophilic as their is nothing sexual going on and if you accept a) child is an adult, you need to accept b) this does not mean the video is about an adult and a child, and c) this does not make the video pediophilic in nature since purely referentially its about a man and girl dancing which isnt strange or perverted.

Symptomatical:

Angry Pedo

Symptomatically interpretation is when we look beyond the video/movie/book we are interpreting and see how this text is seen from a societal or historical context. I would therefor ponder a bit about why this video has been accused of being pedophilic when there is nothing sexual going on in the video itself.

I stated earlier, and I´ll state it again “A perverted person see perverted things in anything“. We don´t live in innocent times anymore for better or worse. We see dangers everywhere and think badly of any seemingly good intention. Not to sound anti-american, but USA is perhaps worse in this area. They see faults and dangers in everything.

Pedophilia is a rarity, but its not unknown anymore. There are no more pedophiles now than in the 1950´s (I think) but we talk more about it now. The consequence is that this sows a seed of perversion in our minds. An example of this is the norwegian song “Blåveispiken(eng: pennywort-girl) which is a song about a man walking on a rural road and meeting a girl with a bouquet of flowers. They talk and then she gives him the flowers and he gives her candy. The songs end with a reflection of ease from the man who felt she gave him more than he gave her.

In the “innocent” times this song was written there was nothing wrong with an adult man talking to a child and giving her candy. Now we “know” that men can be perverted and giving candy to children can be a trap for a sexual predator. This means that we as audiences are a bit… fu**ed up. We can no longer see innocence where innocence were. That is a fault we need be conscious about and work against. Yes, in this world there are people doing evil, that does not mean every person in this world is evil. Sometimes an adult talking to a child is not the start of a perverted and evil act.

You may think this seed of perversion in our minds is a small issue, but this goes beyond our understanding of text. This is also put out into actions. One warning sign was when Men Seated Next to Unaccompanied Minors is Forced to Change Seats. That is a sign of sickness that is downright madness.

If people see pedophilia in Sia´s music video its not because the video in anyway condone or romantizese this, it because they themselves have a f**ked up view on the world. It´s themselves they mirror in this. It´s themselves they see. Not as pedophiles, but as people seeing pedophilia and perversion where there is non.

Conclution:

Come with me
I think the most profound text I have read about understanding art was the preface to A Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde and I have quoted it regularly. So let me again quote it as a final thought

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.

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All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

-Oscar Wilde, Preface of The Picture of Dorian Grey

I will probably quote it again cuz this needs to be said time and time again.

Blog 2.0 -  In Sovjet Russia art mirrors you.

Blog 2.0 – In Sovjet Russia art mirrors you.

25 Invisible Benefits of Gaming While Male – A reply

5 Dec

Soooo…

I just saw this little feministic propaganda video from FeministFrequency called 25 Invisible Benefits of Gaming While Male. I got sick to my stumack of it. Let´s watch—>


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As is the style of the time, we (the people) are of course not allowed to debate their brilliance, as there are noe comments allowed on the video.

Listen and believe” is the feminist catchphrase, if I remember correctly. So sit down and shut up. Now fortunately FemFreq has also written a transcript of this little brilliant piece of you-know-what and so I can just copy-paste it and comment on it here. Yay!

But let´s start with this nice little explanation in the description of the video. It reads—>

Please note: This list is referring primarily to straight men who are not transgender but similar lists could be created for white, straight, cis, or able-bodied privilege and there would certainly be some overlap with the conditions identified in this video.

So now we know who FemFreq is calling out, basically everybody, but especially white straight males. They are, after all, the scum of the earth. But one of these scums decided to talk to us about the evils of being a white straight man. How brave of him. He is called McEntoch or whatever. And he starts the video by saying:

Many women have courageously spoken out about how they experience alienation and harassment in gaming. Despite this fact, too many male gamers dismiss the issue as “no big deal” and insist that there isn’t really a problem. One of the luxuries of being a member of a privileged group is that the benefits afforded to us often remain invisible to us. Working towards solutions requires that male gamers become aware of the ways in which we unconsciously benefit from sexism. We can’t work to fix something unless we first understand its effects. With that in mind the following is a checklist of some of the concrete benefits that male gamers automatically receive simply for being men.

This is a brilliant introduction which basically says: If you don´t agree its because you can´t see. “Was blind, but now I see.” You need a religious awakening to the glories of feminism. But here is the thing, if I am blind to my privileges, is it possible feminist are blind to theirs too? Let´s see if we can turn it around later, but now let´s focus on each of the sad misseries women who play videogames have to endure.

I can choose to remain completely oblivious, or indifferent to the harassment that many women face in gaming spaces.

Maybe I am blind, but it is kind of hard to be oblivious to the harassment when people keep ranting on about it. White knigg-its and rad-fems have been crying over how little sensitivity there are in gaming. Now I have tried to be indifferent to female harassment, as I have seen non among my female friends in gaming, but there is always some youtuber or giant bomb user or other forum idiot who needs to hammer it in that there is soo much harassment in gaming. WHERE? WHERE IS IT? Am I that blind?

Of course not… I am not blind, its just that I am not crazy either. You see when someone harrass me or my friends I think “That is an asshole”, not “that is a misogynist from the dark side of patriarchy”. I do not “-ism it up” so to speak. I havent been brainwashed by the femnist and leftwing movment, who needs everything to be about oppression of women or whomever they choose to “help”.

Now take this little let´s play of mine for instance —>


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In this video some player tells me to kill myself. Now what kind of -ism can I blame that on? Since I have identified myself as a white, cis-gendered, “normal” man I have no one to blame. Who will send me money so I can fight oppression? Fact is some people are cruel idiots and that is a gender neutral description. I have had some encounters online with very aggressive women calling me names for sucking at games, but I haven´t cried about it for days on end and said “I am a victim of the materiachy!“. That would be spineless of me. No, as any normal person does, I brush it off and hope I never meet that person again.

I am never told that video games or the surrounding culture is not intended for me because I am male.

Who acctoly says this? Who says “games are not meant for you cuz you are a woman“? The only thing I know is that “adult games” are not meant for children, but even when I meet children who play adult games I rarely comment on it as I do not want to be seen as too much of a prude. But I do think its strange when children around the age of 8 play Borderlands or Payday (I mean what is the Nintendo Wii U meant for? No reason it bombs when children are allowed to play adult games like that).

But I digress… The point is, in my looooong time as a gamer I have never heard “you as a woman can not be a gamer” uttered once. Just for fun, let me google it and see if I can find any thread or blog who says it either. One moment…

I googled “Women can not be gamers” and this is what I found on page 1.

Article one “Why can’t women compete against men at video games? Sexism, that’s why” meaning that the first thing who mentioned it was a feminis article. Now let me browse some more to see if I can find any original statements of this, instead of just perceived notions that people think this.

Nothing on page 2 or 3. On page 4 I found Hearthstone tournament explains why women aren’t allowed to play “. I guess that is kind of sexist. The explanation was “The decision to divide male and female competitions was made in accordance with international sports authorities, as part of our effort to promote e-Sports as a legitimate sports.

But fine… Someone has probably said sometime that women arent gamers. Who cares?

I can publicly post my username, gamertag or contact information online without having to fear being stalked or sexually harassed because of my gender.

This is a feminist classic argument that the world is more threatening for women than men. I.e That if a women is drunk she can get raped or killed, but that never can happen to men etc. This is, to most sane people, bullshit. The world is just as, if not more, threatening to men. Although the chances of being raped are lower (I hope), we can get into violent confrontations and get killed in many other interesting ways.

The fact is: If you publish your real name or contact information online you are entering an extreme sport. I do not do that, and neither should you. The world is filled with crazy people and you are unforgingly naive if you think you can post anything anywhere without getting into trouble. That kind of mentality gives me association to infant or child who stick a fork in an electric outlet. Its dangerous and if you are not a kid YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER!

The world is a dangerous place. It always have been and will always be. There are a million ways to die and if you are dumb you will get killed (Darwinism 101). Feminism want the world to change in such a way as reality is removed. That rules and laws of the world shouldn’t apply to women.

I will never be asked to “prove my gaming cred” simply because of my gender.

I have a funny story about that… No, not really, but its relevant. A woman (I guess, I never spoke to her) messaged me on xbox live after watching my video Let´s Play Resident Evil 5 Versus (with raging) saying that I suck at Resident Evil 5 (which is kind of true). The first thing I did was look at her gamerscore and I saw it was far lower than mine. That is what I replied “Who the hell are you to say I suck when you have far less of a gamerscore than me?“. We later became friends on Xbox. Then I deleted her cuz she annoyed me. End of story.

The point is: Being a gamer is gender neutral, but there still are guidlines. You don´t say someone is a worse player than you if they have a higher gamerscore, or longer playtime or whatever. That is rude!

If I enthusiastically express my fondness for video games no one will automatically assume I’m faking my interest just to “get attention” from other gamers.

Again… Who says this? Where does this idea come from? No one cares about your gender, race or sexuality when you play. All that matters is if you are good or not (especially in team games). The only time anything matters is if you yourself bring it up. If you, as a woman or a gay or a black person or whatever somehow want be to applaud you for doing what we all do. If not, NO ONE CARES!!!

I can look at practically any gaming website, show, or magazine and see the voices of people of my own gender widely represented.

I guess so. I wouldnt know to be honest with you. I rarely read gaming news as I think of it as mainly hype and nonsense. The only thing I care about is wheter or not Xbone will become backwards compatabile (outlook not so good) and I wouldnt care if a woman or a man kept me posted on that.

In fact, although I do support #gamergate, I also find it difficult to get passionate about it as I never read Kotaku (or whatever that newssite is called) or any other gaming news. What I do care about is the highly biased and agenda driven focus some game-“journalists” seem to have that wants to force game narrative to be more gay or female friendly. As I have always said; If you want a game to be more [this or that] make your own game. If not enjoy the games as is, if not, STOP PLAYING!

If you call yourself a gamer but hate everything about games, I don´t think you like games and you are not a gamer. I don´t care what politcal ideas are in a game as long as the game is good and the story interesting. If the game turns into some kind of soapbox for an -ism I probably won´t like it as I do not want to be schooled anymore.

When I go to a gaming event or convention, I can be relatively certain that I won’t be harassed, groped, propositioned or catcalled by total strangers.

I guess so. I wouldnt know to be honest with you. I have never been to a gaming convention. Perhaps I can´t even call myself a gamer then? Well, I was once I think. About 15-16 years ago. There was this Nintendo convention in a old gymhall somewhere in Norway that I was invited to. I remember playing Bubsy and thinking that game was awesome. I never got it though, and everyone who mention the game now seems to say its bad. I don´t know. I just enjoyed the first stage and wanted the game.

I can´t remember any cat-calling or anything else sexist there. I guess it was cuz no one was over the age of 12 and it was mainly boys. This was before games became such a big franchise it is today. Yes, I am old.

I will never be asked or expected to speak for all other gamers who share my gender.

Sometimes I ask the question: “You as [something], what is your view on [subject]“. I think even I asked this dangerous question; “You as a man, have you ever thought women aren´t gamers?” The answer I got was “No”.But I guess some people would call that sexist, homophobic, racist or islamophobic to ask a person, based on their background, a question related to something. I just call that “being inquisitive“. But we shall ask NO QUESTIONS and just listen and learn.

I can be sure that my gaming performance (good or bad) won’t be attributed to or reflect on my gender as a whole.

Oh, I hate when that happens. When I lose to a woman and she says “How does it feel to be beaten by a woman?“. I think “Well, I didnt think much about that until you brought it up” but I just laugh politely hoping she will go away.

The battle of the sexes aren’t one-sided. I remember a lot of sexism (I guess FemFreq would call it “empowerment”) in school, where a female teacher would say something like “Women are so much smarter than men” and the entire class would laugh in agreement.

My gaming ability will never be called into question based on unrelated natural biological functions.

My God, this list is long! I guess they are talking about the period? That special time in a woman´s month when she bleeds out her vag? Or hormons or something? I don´t know. Yes, its true that sometimes people joke about women or men´s biology. If you don´t like it then shut your ears. And please… Shut your mouth to. And yes, men´s biology will also be called into question. We may have a small dick, no balls, be a woman or gay too.

I can be relatively sure my thoughts about video games won’t be dismissed or attacked based solely on my tone of voice, even if I speak in an aggressive, obnoxious, crude or flippant manner.

Who takes a rude bitch seriously, be they man or woman? If anyone goes on a rant its always funny. The sex is irrelevant here. If a woman goes on a tirade we don´t dismiss her anymore than we would a man. If you get angry, you always lose. That is the rule. But it is still funny when people do get angry.

I can openly say that my favorite games are casual, odd, non-violent, artistic, or cute without fear that my opinions will reinforce a stereotype that “men are not real gamers.”

In my little gaming group of male, female, gays and whatnot I always like to say this little phrase “But isnt… isnt… isnt that a child´s game“. Oh, how angry they get. I never play “children´s games” as I find them boring. Angry Bird, Plants vs Zombies, Disney games, Mini Ninjas, Rayman, Space Chimps etc. But no, I wouldnt call into question wether or not you are a gamer or not based on your sex or your gaming preference.

I met an old guy who played Candy Crush Saga (I have never played that game) and I thought “Wow, that is amazing!” and almost felt we were both gamers. “But that is not a genderqueer or a woman! All we should cry about is women and queers of diffrent races“. But he was old! That was my point. I could have been an ageist instead. That is also a bad word.

When purchasing most major video games in a store, chances are I will not be asked if (or assumed to be) buying it for a wife, daughter or girlfriend.

How is this a woman’s problem again? How is this a PROBLEM? When I go to a store and want help selecting a gift I usally tell the person in the store TO WHOM I AM BUYING IT TOO. I want a game for my mother, my sister, my uncle or my brother, they like these types of games and have this age. That is the norm. You don´t let the store clerk guess who you are buying it to. If you do, you are an asshole!

The vast majority of game studios, past and present, have been led and populated primarily by people of my own gender and as such most of their products have been specifically designed to cater to my demographic.

I think that most games are made to a diverse group. They want as many buyers as possible. Infact, a game called Resident Evil 6 was critized for trying to appeal to the masses and not being for the very few. I love Resident Evil 6. In fact I wrote a defence for it on this very blog called “Resident Evil 6: A review and a defense.” as I don´t see the problem with a game being varied and trying to appeal to people from all walks of life.

Feminism has a black and white understanding of the world, also known as “dichotomy” in that if a game isnt made explicitly for women then women can´t enjoy it. If the game, gaming industry or game culture isnt gynocentric (another fancy word), then it is male chauvinist and misogynisc. This is an unhealthy point of view that is devisive and cause conflict. The conflict being #GamerGate and the anger we now see in gamer culture.

I can walk into any gaming store and see images of my gender widely represented as powerful heroes, dastardly villains and non-playable characters alike.

I am pretty sure women can do that too. But then the problem will be that they are too sexualized. And then we say men are also sexualized. And then they will say “power fantasy”. And then there is nothing more to be said. If a sexy woman can´t be a female power fantasy or “empowering” then I guess we can never win with feminist.

I will almost always have the option to play a character of my gender, as most protagonists or heroes will be male by default.

I am just gonna find a online list of female game protagonists and leave it att that. I guess FemFreq hasnt heard of google. Let´s see…

“Samus Aran from Metroid Series and Smash Brothers
Kitana From Mortal Kombat Series
Sonya Blade from Mortal Kombat Series
Mileena from Mortal Kombat Series
Lara Croft from Tomb Raider series
Ms Pac-Man from Ms Pac-Man arcade game
Mona Sax from Max Payne Series
Joanna Dark from Perfect Dark
Liara T’Soni from Mass Effect Series
Jill Valentine from Resident Evil series
Irileth from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Claire Redfield from Resident Evil series
Shanoa from Castlevania: Order Of Ecclesia
Anna from Epic Battle Fantasy 4
Yuna from Final Fantasy X and X-2
Regina from Dino Crisis and Dino Crisis 2
Aya BreafromParasite Eve series
Konoko from Oni
Princess Zelda/Shiek from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time and Super Smash Bros Brawl
Sarah Kerrigan from Starcraft series
Maureen Fitzsimmons from Westward 2: heroes of the frontier
Kate Walker from Syberia Series
Victoria MCPherson from Still Life Series
Samantha Everett from Gray Matter adventure game
Kate Wilson from Hydrophobia
The Scythian from Superbrothers: Sword & Sworcery EP
April Ryan from The Longest Journey adventure PC game
Heather Mason from Silent Hill 3
Aqua from Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep
Lili Zanotto from Psychonauts (PC Windows, Mac OS)
Annah-of-the-Shadows from Planescape: Torment
Faith Connors from Mirror’s Edge
The following characters from the Suikoden Titles: Odessa Silverberg, Lucia, Chris Lightfellow, Lilly Pendragon, Anabelle, Lyon, Chrodechild
Taki from the Soul series
Setsuka from the Soul series
Aerith from FFVII
Cortana from the Halo Series
Kat: Gravity Rush
Sarah Lyons: Fallout 3
Elizabeth: Bioshock Infinite + Burial at Sea DLC
Alis Landale from; Phantasy Star”

Geek feminism

I guess I could add some more just to contribute. As people may know I love Resident Evil and all of them have strong female characters. Not mentioned on the list was Sheva (RE5), Rebbeca (RE0), Ada Wong (RE4, RE6) Sherry Birkin (RE6), Helena Harper (RE6), Jessica Sherawat (RE: Revelations) and perhaps more provocatively Rachael Foley (REvalation) which I think is a fascinating character but I understand that many will find her “sexist” and “weak”. But as someone said: She is the first character in Resident Evil in a long time that showed actual fear of the events going on.

Also Chell form (Portal 1-2), Zoey (L4D), Rochelle (L4D2), Lilith the Siren (Borderlands 1-2), Maya the Siren (Borderlands 2). Those two from Dead Island (God I hate that game!). That was from my game collection. So the question is: Is this enough strong female characters you can play? If not, how many should it be and why?

I do not have to carefully navigate my engagement with online communities or gaming spaces in order to avoid or mitigate the possibility of being harassed because of my gender.

Will this list never END?!?!?! It´s important that they added “because of my gender“, cuz they know that most of us get harassed once in a while by others, but not always can we say it was because of our gender. I have been “harassed” because of my gender but I refuse to bitch and complain about it. And that is what this is; Bitching and complaining.

I probably never think about hiding my real-life gender online through my gamer-name, my avatar choice, or by muting voice-chat, out of fear of harassment resulting from my being male.

Do women? I know of… bah… I know off… my head hurts… I feel so faint. It never ends. I don´t want to debunkt anymore. I don´t want to. It just goes on and on. Okay… Let me try one more time. I don´t know any female gamers that has pretended to be male to hide their identiy. NO ONE! The only one I know of…jeez, I can´t belive I am writing this… the only example I know is of the opposite. Males who use female avatars.

When I enter an online game, I can be relatively sure I won’t be attacked or harassed when and if my real-life gender is made public

I don´t think women do that a lot either.

If I am trash-talked or verbally berated while playing online, it will not be because I am male nor will my gender be invoked as an insult.

Isnt this just rephrasing of the same argument?

While playing online with people I don’t know I won’t be interrogated about the size and shape of my real-life body parts, nor will I be pressured to share intimate details about my sex life for the pleasure of other players.

Then you havent played with gay gamers or female gamers who are attractive to you, or being the only male gamer in a chatroom.

Complete strangers generally do not send me unsolicited images of their genitalia or demand to see me naked on the basis of being a male gamer.

Then you havent played with gay gamers or female gamers who are attractive to you, or being the only male gamer in a chatroom.

In multiplayer games I can be pretty sure that conversations between other players will not focus on speculation about my “attractiveness” or “sexual availability” in real-life.

Then you havent played with gay gamers or female gamers who are attractive to you, or being the only male gamer in a chatroom.

If I choose to point out sexism in gaming, my observations will not be seen as self-serving, and will therefore be perceived as more credible and worthy of respect than those of my female counterparts, even if they are saying the exact same thing.

White knights!!!!! We call them WHITE KNIGHTS!!!! And we think they try to be PC cuz they think they will get laid by talking shit!

Because it was created by a straight white man, this checklist will likely be taken more seriously than if it had been written by virtually any female gamer.

You are all a bunch of fucking WHITE KNIGHTS!!! SJWs who want to change the world into some kind of horrible bland grey zone of indifference.

These benefits should not be reserved for men.

This list is not meant to suggest that male gamers are always treated well. Sometimes we are bullied or subjected to online nastiness, but it is not based on or because of our gender.

In order to make change first we need to acknowledge the problem, and then we must take responsibility for it as a community, so we can actively work together, with people of all genders, to dismantle the parts of gaming culture that perpetuate these imbalances.

All people, of all genders, must be treated with respect and dignity.

Together, we can make gaming better.
Together, we will make gaming better.

Oh, thank God its over. I didnt think it would take this long to get trough it. Jeez, they sure like to talk those feminist, white knights and SJWs. Give meg strength.

If I may be a bit conspiratorial here… Perhaps that is their strategy? To talk us to death. We are not allowed to talk back, but they go on endless monologues. I am tired now. I need to rest.

Blog 2.0 - So tired now. I guess I can´t complain. I did it valentary. Hey, the same can be said about female gamers.

Blog 2.0 – So tired now. I guess I can´t complain. I did it valentary. Hey, the same can be said about female gamers.

20 Oct

I´m not a poem type
A french beret sipping wine
Intellectually
Blank stare
Trying to get laid.

But I do love this one:

—->
The Hollow Men
—–>
–>
->
———>

Blog 2.0 – Yes, its suppose to be ironic

Haters gonna hate. But is it too much to ask to hate the right stuff?

1 Oct

So I am soon 30 going on 50 years old as I am writing this entry so the subject matter is perhaps a abit out of my demographic. I´ve just watched an episode of a youtube program called “Kids react to…“. Its a simpel show about watching children react to different kinds of trends etc. Not my kind of show, but I saw it non the less. The episode in question is this ->

Kids React To Rebecca Black – My Moment

Its a fascinating video to watch as children show their less innocent side. In fact we get to see them really hating the girl Rebecca Black to the producers off-cam laughs. I wonder… Where does the hate come from? My Moment is not a bad song. Although Friday arguably is a bad song (I find it catchy and funny in a naiv sort of way. A childish song.), but still the hate that it has gotten is beyond rational and reminds me why I am a misanthrope.

I am sorry but yet again I have to bash the “freethinker” movement cuz this hate is clearly secular but still very human. And the hate is real to. What is written online is not “ironic” hate. Its pure hate. Comments under the friday video follows “Oh wait is this even called a song? I feel like vomiting when listen to this. Fucking shit quality”, “Rebecca Black: why haven’t terrorists killed her? Because they need her alive to terrorize America with her ear-bleeding voice XD“, “Bitch Yur Luckyy I Dont Know Yu Ill Fucking Numb Yur Ass And Fucking Torture Yur Ass (: P.S. No One Cares If Its Friday ,Instead Of Singing About It Fucking Kill Yur Self On Friday Then Yu Will Make Everybodys Friday Better 🙂“, “rebecca, kill yourself, plz, no one likes your music you suck” etc. etc. etc. This is not normal… let me rephrase this. This should not be seen as normal!

I know the internett is a harsch place wherehaters gonna hate“, “trolls are gonna troll” and voices of reason should be drowned by “fuck you”-s. But I still should be allowed to say that I hate those who hate just because its fashionable. I am not against hate. Its natural feeling like any other. People should be allowed to hate Christians, Muslims, Black people, White people, women, men, Rebecca Black, Justin Bieber, Bill Maher, Socialist, right wingers, people who swear to much, the haters, the players, the game, atheists etc. Everyone should be allowed to be hated, but… Fashionable hate or “group hate” is just so effing stupid and sickening. Often in this “group hate” people try to overgo each other in being the most vile in the description of the person, group the cum [sic] together to hate.

My Moment is a nice song. It is not the nicest song ever written. Perhaps you think its “too commercial” compared to your avant garde music taste, be that SlipKnot, Madrugada, Morrissey, Bob Dylan, ELO, Björk, AC/DC, Ulver, Panthera or John Lennon, but the song is a decent song. And even if you hated the song Friday for being a badly song, badly written and generally stupid song, you can not say that My Moment is bad for its type of music. People who say this is blinded by hate, just like people get blinded by love.

Its like a ying/yang thing.

Did that make sense to you?

Oh, and in 2012 Rebecca Black is 15 (FIFTHTEEN) years old. Meaning, she is a CHILD. Being treated this cruelly by others should be seen as BULLYING by PC people and they should react to this like any other bullying. With contempt!

Blog 2.0 – Haters gonna hate, and love is all you need, and if you take a chance with me I will watch you burn.

Another picture making fun of atheist.

29 Sep

This blog is turning less of a blog and more of a tumblr page for every entry I make.

But I am very pleased with how this collage turned out. I think this collection of smiles (or perhaps more precisely smirks) really says alot. That said… My hobby at poking fun of atheist really seem to become an obsession of mine. I think I may have become addicted. Oh, well… Better than running the streets making graffiti or doing drugs I guess.

Blog 2.0 – Better than running in the streets doing smack and tricks.

Time flies.

22 Jul

*Sigh*

*Sigh*

Blog 2.0 – *Sigh*

Something happened the other day (There but by the grace of God )

18 May

A short story by AndyAce83

I was at the train station, a place used many times as a symbol of life changing choices. Sort of like a wheel turning or an arrow pointing in a direction or a comet in the sky. Not to say that there are any symbols in real life. «A=A», and that’s that. There shouldn’t be any meaning beyond the direct and observable. At least that’s what I had heard, learned and understood.

So I was at this train station waiting for a friend to arrive, but he was an half hour late. So I had time to myself where I could let my mind wander. I had taken shelter from the cold of the fall in a kiosk and satt on one of the benches placed there for people waiting for trains where I had a perfect view of the newspaper stand and all the news of Norway. There where lots of celebrities having problems that day, I recall. Lots of them talking to us mortals about their problems coping with success and the horror that may be.

So I was at this kiosk at a train station waiting for a friend while reading the covers of the newspapers when a lady enters. She was probably also looking for a shelter from the cold, and as she enters a fascination smell came along with her. The smell of death, the smell of urine, the smell of something that got hit by a bus, then died, then expelled bodily fluids, then resurrected and now wanting to feel the heat of civilized society. It was the smell of this woman.

The woman was between the ages of 30 and 60. It’s really hard to tell the ages of a druggydrunk, as she obviously was, but I would guess her age in that area. She stumbled around in this kiosk, not seeming to know where she was, and after taking a few slow laps around she decided to enter the toilet.

Now, I have to be honest; I can be a cynical and prejudice person, and I felt that she was now planing to take some drugs in there. I won’t say that my suspicion was confirmed, but she exited the toilet quickly when she saw the blue light coming from within.

It was time for a couple of lapses around the kiosk again for her, while I looked at her and everywhere else my eyes could rest. Not wanting to be a voyeur or some other pervert like that I also looked at the clock, the newspapers again, my mobile phone, the clerk in the kiosk, other people in the shop etc. But the woman between the ages of 30 and 60 was what my eyes where drawn to. She had a fascinating face, and a fascinating way of dressing. Her face was drawn, her eyes distant and unfocused, her clothes wet from what had to be rain from hours ago and unpolished make-up. The mascara was running down, and seemed to be better removed than retouched and her hair was clogged and thick with what my imagination would guess was dirt. And that smell…


She had finished her lapses and decided to have a sit down and of course that sit down was close to me. I have always thought of my appearance as kind, earth like and loving. That is why I think she sat down beside me, because I looked like a person who would and could care about her misfortune. I didn’t dare to stare, but I had my glances and when our eyes met I tried to smile to her. Not the kind of smile that had dollars in it, not the seller smile, nor was it a smile that was happy in any way. It was a smile I like to define as a sad smile, where I acknowledged her pain, but tried to say that perhaps there are still hope. Perhaps Richard Dawkins and his friends were wrong, that there is a plan and a meaning to all pain that we just don’t understand yet. I hoped she received and understood that that was what I was trying to express in my smile.

So I was at the train station waiting for a friend with a druggydrunk who smelled of piss only a few feet away. She looked slanted and worn, sick and cold and her nose was running. I wanted to help her, but I didn’t know how. A wonder grew in me of how this person could be so depressing in the land of Norway. The Utopia of the North! How could our loving welfare system let her be so in pain, while we seemed to cry for everyone else? The old, the immigrants, the young, the sick, but no one cared for her. WHY WASN’T ANYONE DOING ANYTHING?! And what could I do? I wasn’t a powerful or even a resourceful person, but I wanted to ease her pain that so clearly came to me through her sniffing, body posture and smell. I had by now taken my scarf from around my neck and tried to discreetly pressed against my nose to save me from her smell, and save her from embarrassment. She really had a horrible smell. We are taking about a urine smell that was not freshly pissed. It was like vinegar, and it’s acid smell burned my nose.

So I was at the train station waiting for a friend with a druggydrunk who smelled of piss only a few feet away while I had my nose covered with a scarf while trying to give her a smile of ease when the lady leaned towards me. She was going to ask me something and that question was

«Do you have a cigarette?»

I could have been insulted by that question because smoking is dangerous, and did I really look like a smoker? With all the associations that came with such a claim? Did I look older than my age, with sickly white skin and yellow teeth? Who was she to say that I was the kind of person to have such a filthy habit?

I did, though, have that filthy habit and decided not to take offense and rather give her what she needed. I gave her two cigarettes, instead of the one she asked for, saying «So you have one for later as well». I also asked her if she needed a lighter, and then I gave one to her, even after I saw her having one in her crocked and cutended hand. But as she took my cigarettes, I felt one of her fingers touching my thumb and although I didn’t show it out of respect to her, I felt sickly repulsed by that.

Don’t you judge me! You don’t know how she looked and smelled. She smelled of old piss and looked like a alleyway hooker! There is a influenza plague now, if you haven’t heard! So as she left to take her cigarettes, I went to the blue lighten toilet to wash my thumb from sickly whore-piss-druggydrunk smell stain. I washed it good with soap and let in run under running water for quite some time before I felt that the thumb was clean again.

I entered the kiosk again looking over to the clerk and he seemed to smile at me. The smile was not a seller smile or a smile like the one I used but a smile of acknowledgment that I had done something nice for that woman. I smiled shortly back, more out of politeness than that feeling you get when you have done something good. What was that word again? Pride. I did not give a smile of pride. Who knows of pride in the west anyway. It’s all dark, depressing, decadent and dirty. There is no pride left to take, even when your nice to a whore. It’s all bleak and grey like the fall.

Not thinking, but feeling this thoughts, I felt the need for a cigarette myself and I exited the kiosk and went outside to indulge myself too my vice. The weather was fitting for the fall as it had a grey sky, and it was cold as hell. Not the kind of «cold as hell» where there is ice and frost, but the real cold of hell. It’s like its not cold enough for the body to react to it and therefore you start to freeze faster because the cold is snicking it’s way inside you when you look at the dead trees and the black wet asphalt from the rain hours earlier. That’s the real bone chilling cold, because that’s the only cold that reaches your bones unless your dyeing from it.

So I started to freeze instantly, and I lit my cigarette fast so I could enter the heat again. And there she was again; The pissing woman. Circling around me like a vulture. A sickly, pathetic and tragic vulture with a freshly panhandled cigarette in her mouth. The old or young lady closed in on me and I feared the smell would again hunt me, but the smell was gone. Taken from her by the clammy fall air.

I looked at her again with my ambivalent loading pity and wondered how I could reach this woman and help her without being dragged into the mud alongside her. Should I have called the police, or the ambulance to come get her? She was clearly out of it and in great pain. The need and scream for help was there, but I couldn’t do much. This person, I sort of knew, would not find me calling the police or ambulance a way of helping her. I knew, sort of, that the only thing she would perceive as help was money in the hand or a free cigarette in her mouth. Anything else, would be a rude intervention.
So I just stared at her, with that smile that now felt more goofy than anything else and I had nothing to say.

I was at the train station, a place many poets would use as a symbolic place for change and choice. Here there were no change. I was at a train station and so was she, but there were no link between us. She was already dead, and there was nothing I could say. No choice or change that could make a difference. Just a goofy stare of empathy from me, and a blank one from her.

We were standing a few feet away from each other but we were miles away, weren’t we? And she leant towards me, and than she said:
«Thank you»
I said:
«What?»
«Thank you for the cigarette»
«Oh, that’s nothing», I laughed shyly
«No, you saw me and you gave to me» she said looking into the black wet asphalt.
«I just did what anyone else would have done», I said more hopefully than truthfully.

I felt an urge to take my hand on her shoulder and tell her that there were still hope. To hell with her smell! To hell with hygine and personal bounderis. This woman needed my warmth. She was cold on what a poet could claim were more than one way. What the cynic atheist would say didn’t matter because everything is just nothing. No meaning beyond void.

But I didn’t care, I was filled with Godly love. I would care for her! I would…

Anomietopia – Bow down to the rain.

I didn’t touch her, but I said that there were hope. I asked if she needed my help and she said with a low voice «Yes». A voice that gave me associations with a ghost whisper, death by embarrassment and the unknown beyond. I called an ambulance, and it arrived shortly. I gave her my number and demanded from the drives that they would care for her. «Give her the best treatment available», I think I said.

And then they drove away, and I felt pride! A sad, but still very present pride. I had done good! A good deed beyond human definition. It was good because it was good. I knew that God was pleased, and that he loved me. And her. And everyone! From the queer dyeing of aids to the atheist scientist who dedicate their lifeves to post-modern misery. God loved everyone and he had a plan for everyone. A reason for starving children in Africa freshly raped, to the liberal socialist who wanted prayer and hope out of the schools.

THERE WAS LOVE! THERE WAS PEACE! THERE WAS MEANING!

Nah, I’m just kidding.

As she lent towards me, she tried to steal my wallet. I looked at her and asked polity of what she was doing. She looked up at me and moved slowly away. I walked further out into the cold weather of fall and death. Turned too her who was now inside the warmth of the kiosk again. She looked at me, and I looked at her and she said «Ifhn flanatlaus», or some other gibberish, but I understood what she was saying. She said «I wasn’t trying to steal your wallet, but to show you that it was hanging out», but she didn’t have the strength or pride to bother to lie any more. So gibberish was all that she said.

Not Blog 2.0 – Diamond of positivity!

When the suspension of disbelief becomes disbelief in the suspense. Part 1

8 Apr

There is this magical moment in cinema where a fantastical plot flops because the extreme becomes a steam of you-know-what. You watch a spy investigate an incredible “larger than life” threat and then suddenly jump tall buildings in a single bounce. It´s that moment when the stalker-murderer of a slasher-flick can be in two places at once after being stabbed four times, shot, electrocuted, blown-up, voodoo cursed, drowned in holy-water and put a blaze with napalm. That special event when everybody around you sighs and the guy talking in the cellphone behind you in the theater isn´t bothering anymore because you know they are going to find each other in the end anyway. Today I want to point out some great moments in film when they “jumped the shark” or “nuked the fridge” or “surfed the giant villains wave”. Call it what you want, but it´s that moment in films when the plot got so effing stupid you become angry. “Why”, you ask? Why go back there? To learn the boundaries of the fantastic! To learn the rules of “This far, but no further

Indiana Jones 4 – And the scull of implausibility.


Most intelligent movie goers know that sequels will not be as good as the original, and they are fine with that to. What sequel watchers want, is more of the same, in a slightly different way that is not a mockery of the first movie or the viewers intellect. How hard can that be?

Very hard, it turned out, as most sequels are annoyingly bad. Especially if the sequel was made in CG-times while the original was made before. There are movie directors, producers and other Hollywood hacks who believe that “Just because we can, we should“. If large buildings can explode, it should. If large creatures can walk out the abyss it must, and if there is any doubt show the implausible some more. Since computer graphics can make any character a superhero. then of course every character should. Even those characters that in former movies where established as regular mortals like you and me.

So it is with most George Lucas movies. Somehow George Lucas thought that adding some computer critters in all of his old movies would be great and so all of the “new” Star Wars originals are a pain to watch when all kinds of distracting things are moving around in the back.

It was fourth title in the Indiana Jones franchise, and expectations should have been low, but when people watch a movie they still try to get involved. Especially if they are a fan of the former established characters. Indiana Jones 4 had all of the wrong elements put into one movie. Not only was the plot horrendous and odd, it had so many implausible events and stupid plot-points I do not know why I watched the whole thing. This movie sucked and Indiana Jones sucked in so many ways we could believe it was a North-Korean prostitute. But the moment in the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull where George Lucas completely lost me was the infamous “Nuking of the fridge“.


Before that scene I thought “not as good as the other onces, but I guess I can stand it“. I accepted animals behaving like humans, and that Nazis became communists and that there seemed to be aliens not religious artifacts he was chasing. But at that magical event, I lost all interest in what happened. I don´t even remember what happened after that, except some images.

Die another day – Surfing the villains wave.

Die Another Day? You better die another day after watching this filth or l
your life would end on a low note.

The laws of physics is sometimes bent in action movies. To my understanding you can´t stop a bullet with you teeth, jump from one moving car to another or survive great falls by holding on to something at the last minute. We accept that. But sometimes the laws of physics are raped in the ass in movies and that is a bit harder to swallow.

I have been a fan of James Bond since I was a kid. I have seen every movie, from Dr. No (1962) all the way through Die Another Day (2002). But when I saw Die Another Day, I could not stand another one. I have always thought I would see Casino Royale (2006) as it´s a new Bond, and it´s based on Ian Flemming´s (the original James Bond auteur) book by the same name; but somehow, I just can´t. Die Another Day was the movie where James Bond died.

Since the original EON movies Dr. No, James Bond has been an above average lucky man with way too fast cars, advance spy gear and too beautiful women to be real. We all knew that James Bond was a playboy fantasy about men being allowed to be men. It was a dream world where we accepted a lot of exaggeration and implausibilities because James Bond is James Bond. He can do anything. Speak any language, use any gadgets, hard trained to sustain great pains and attacks. He was great with a gun, great with the wine. In short James Bond was great. But he was never super. He may have bent the laws of physics, but he never broke them. There was always a deal that James Bond could die if shot and there was limits to what he could achieve.

In the Roger Moore Bond movie Live and Let Die (1973) there is a couple of silly scenes that´s far fetched. In once scene James Bond uses angry alligators as logs to run on. That is definitely a “jump the alligator” kind of moment, but still it´s also tounge-in-cheek. There is also the movie Moonraker (1979) where James Bond goes to space that also has a couple of stupid scenes. But one could forgive that because it was implausible, but not impossible. It was stupid, but not brain-dead.

In Die Another Day, James Bond got caught in a concentration camp and tortured while the Madonna theme plays. Fine. Very Flemming-ish to be honest. Dark and serious. Gives the promise of a thriller Bond movie more than a action Bond movie. Then Die Another Day had a cameo by Madonna as a fencing instructor (or something). That´s fine. We could pretend it´s not Madonna playing Madonna doing a Madonna thing. We could accepted that James Bond has moved into the post-modern “find the cultural reference“-winks.

Then I forget alot of the plot. I seriously can´t remember much after that, and I will not see that movie again. I remember something about Halle Berry being there and she being unlucky or something. Some feminist movie critic said that “the Halle Berry character was the first Bond girl that could give JB a run for the money” or something nut-cracking like that. There was even rumors of her getting a spin-off series.

Then they went to the antarctic or some other ice place and that´s where Bond died to me. In one scene, a great tidal wave flows towards Bond as he falls down a ledge or something and then he takes a wing from a plane and surf the wave. “Thank you. Good bye”, I thought but saw the movie to the end. When the credits fell, it was the end of my interest for Bond to. Not in the old ones of course, but I never saw a new Bond movie afterwards.

But it had a great Bond song. That´s one of the few things that kept up. The soundtrack is never stale.

(The Sigmund Freud part is kind of stupid though.)

This was part one: In part two I will look at some more of these unbelievable plot points and also force a conclusion at the end, to give us all an illusion of closure.

Blog 2.0 – 2.0 be continued