And may you be lucky enough to work in neither retail nor customer service of any kind so you may actually spend the day at home getting fat.
Okay, so, I’ve been ridiculously busy, BUT this is my last semester and I promise, promise, promise (I said it three times so it’s legally binding *not really*) that I will be back to regular updates after the holidays. I also have some really exciting plans for the blog during the next year, so be sure to check in and find out what they are!
Most of us are familiar with this picture. Captured in Times Square on V-J Day, 1945, it has become one of the most iconic photographs of American history, symbolizing the jubilation and exuberance felt throughout the country at the end of World War II.
For a long time, the identity of the pair remained a mystery. It certainly looks passionate and romantic enough, with many speculating that they were a couple - a sailor and a nurse, celebrating and sharing their joy.
I’m at that age when people get married in droves. As a result, my personal Facebook is constantly featuring wedding photos, baby photos, announcements, etc. Personally, every time I see anything of this nature, I immediately hear Queen.
by April Gregory, '13
A recent onslaught of tits-in-your-face (TIYF) music videos has catalyzed much hullabaloo in the blogosphere. If you haven’t seen Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines,” Justin Timberlake’s “Tunnel Vision,” or The-Dream’s “Pussy” (yes, just “Pussy”), you may wish to view them now. On Vevo or Vimeo, though, because they were pulled from YouTube.
There is a brutal irony in this blog’s existence. I founded, and started writing it, because I was sick of the way that women are treated in games and online in general. I was inspired by the marginalization nerd ladies are forced to feel, regardless of how many of us are actually in the room. I felt all of this outrage and inspiration while I was researching and writing my thesis regarding women and video games, during which time I found that my personal observations weren’t hallucinations. The industry really just doesn’t care that it marginalizes 42% of its player-base. The 58% of video game players who are still male are worth marketing to, solely, using bare breasts and objectification.
The irony, of course, is that the majority of views on this blog are the result of a single post I made, making fun of the things which show up in tandem to this blog during a Google search. People arrive at this blog, from all over the world, with search terms such as “video game vaginas,” “video games with vaginas in them,” “vagina games.” I’m probably making a few assumptions, but these terms suggest to me that the people who end up at this blog are the ones most enjoying the objectification which so infuriates me.
I suppose this could be a gift of sorts. Perhaps my purpose is to enlighten these poor, misguided, barely-English-speaking individuals from across the globe about feminism and equality. Perhaps I should be thankful anyone is reading my words at all. Perhaps my niche is simply one which caters to vagina connoisseurs.
P.S. - No matter how many times I see it, I cannot spell connoisseurs without spell check. Not even when it’s written directly above where I’m typing.
Parents at Laurel Nokomis Middle School in Sarasota, Florida became outraged when they learned their children were reading the child pornography book Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. Speak is about a 13-year old being raped. -Dr. Richard Swier
I made a vow to myself when I started this blog that no matter what the temptation might be, I will not stray from the purpose this blog was original set up for.