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so, yeah, we have like 2 feet of snow on the ground…starting tomorrow, say noonish, it begins again!  predictions are for anywhere between 10 and 20 more inches.

grumble.

This is actually some really interesting stuff….

Now, make no mistake, I am an NFL fan.  Hardcore.

However, over at Nine’s there are some really interesting posts up about football- seriously well thought out and critical ones that are, well, interesting and deep thinking kinds of things.

That said…grats to the N.O. Saints AND the Colts…well done gents!

(Next season…go Bronocos, and go get ‘em Jets-just for Vlad)

Va is the South, Right?

Explain this…

Its SuperBowl Day…

the Renegade predicts The Colts shall be triumphant.

“Women Gamers”

Ah yes, now back to a subject near and dear to my heart:  being a female gamer.  I have been one of these for many years now, and by in large I enjoy it. Okay, understatement- I freakin’ love it…spent my snowed in day- 12 hours of it roughly- playing CoX.  Anyway… A few weeks ago I was told by someone who plays WoW that within their guild (mixed gender, more males than females, but a good percentage of women) that there had been a lot of discussion about women gamers.  Now, I do not play WoW, but the conversation and topics could pretty much be applied to any MMORPG.    Two topics seemed to rise to the forefront in this one: 

1)      Why do women play male characters?

2)      Why are there seemingly very different styles of play when comparing male gamers to female gamers?

Course, you knew I was gonna jump all over that, right? 

First it amused me that dudes, who often play women characters, would wonder why females play male characters and have such a stunted and one sided view on the whole thing.  I mean, apparently according to the WoW dudes, this is really basic:  Men play women cause women are hot, and women play men because, you know, they wish they were tougher and stronger and stuff….

Now riddle me this- isn’t a monty macked out kick ass tank tough regardless of gender?

But anyway…that seemed to be the whole depth of their thinking there- which made me laugh.  Sure enough, I play some dude characters.  Most of mine are women, but yep, dudes present.  Now, I am a big fan of the “if you are gonna have to stare at an animated ass for five hours, might as well be one you like” theory, but it goes way, way beyond that.  See, I happen to know a lot of female gamers myself, and in speaking with them and all…there are a whole host of reasons a woman might play a male character…lets roll with that…

 

1)      If playing a dude, one is far less likely to be have their avatar hit on.

2)      If playing a dude, and not on a chat tool where people can hear you, they will assume you are a dude and take you seriously.

3)      In real life, you are female 24-7, so it is fun to create and be something different.

4)      Heheh, different costume options!

5)      Sometimes, it is just fun to play a dude character.

Now, I am not going to deny that there is some validity to the WoW crews mentality.  By in large, women are smaller, physically weaker, and more often to be victimized in various ways than men are…so in a fantasy setting….well, maybe some women DO have the desire to be men because of that- I mean, even in gaming, female avatars can be treated rudely in an unwanted way by male players/ avatars.  I mean, it is one thing (in my game of choice) for a male villain to tell a female hero she sucks and he is going to kick her ass…. that’s villain/hero smack talk.  It is another thing for a male avatar to make unwanted and crude statements to a female avatar he does not know from Adam.  A lot of women put up with that shit in real life, so in game…they don’t want to.  And in groups of people who play together often, well, with some folk this is more acceptable.  It’s a matter of comfort.  I mean, I have male characters who say horrible things to female characters, and female characters who say horrible things to male characters, and I am one half of the twisted brain trust behind one of the most vile and infamous Villain Groups on our server …but I am PLAYING my Character (usually a villain)- people know that- and they know who I am as a player…. and so far as I know, in my main CoX lunatic posse…I’m one of two women.  Everyone else?  Dudes…and guess what…they are awesome players.  I floor them with shit I say and the way I play.  And never once has this crew made me feel uncomfortable or off as a woman gamer, no matter if I am playing a dude like Maverick Six, or a gal like Roxanne Black.  Within good Super/Villain/Guild groups…. you know, I am not sure such things are always an issue.  But just out there in game world in general…hell, I am not surprised a lot of women play men, whether it be for the staring at an animated ass factor or countless others.

The second theory- the style in which women play- I have to say I have seen to be true.  A lot of women gamers (not all, but a lot), tend to play “back up” characters.  They are necessary for good teams, but yeah- healers, buffers/debuffers, non-aggressive types.  It has been pointed out to me by the wise Dead Vladimir that often these women might be women who game because their men folk game and not…er…gamer girlz…but I know some pretty hardcore gamer women who do tend to fall into these rolls.  I have also been told by a couple people that it is not only for my foul language and…er…charming personality that a lot of folk who don’t know me in real life assume I am…a dude gamer.  Things like I prefer to play massive damage dealer/up front/meat shield types of characters- some in full tactical gear and some in not much at all- of both genders.  It’s because I will jump fearlessly (and sometimes suicidally) right into the middle of a fight, that I love drawing and holding aggro, that I do not mind dying- that, well, I love smash mouth slash and burn style gaming.  And even my healer/buff/debuff types will jump right in the middle of it.  Hell, even in our once in awhile D&D game…guess who the axe-wielding fighter is?  Apparently, this is not so common in gamer world.  Oh yeah, and because many of my CoX characters have non-gender specific names like D-Day, Black Sunday, Phreak Drive, Obsidian McKnight, Maverick Six, Shining Express, Upsilon Black, Operative Twitch, Flashpoint…so on, so forth- people assume I might be a dude.   One has no idea, by name alone, if those characters are male or female…which apparently is a dude gamer thing (hahaha, hell, people in blog world assumed I was a dude for the moniker Renegade Evolution…its my curse!)  So, I wondered about this for awhile…

And came to the following conclusions.  Get ready for this- big feminist analysis for the month-  I think a lot of women, “gamer girlz” or women who game because their men game, play these types of non up front aggressive characters because one: women are not supposed to be aggressive, and two, are socialized to “fix things” and keep things calm and help people- to ahem, be caretakers.  Whereas dudes?  Not so much.  They are supposed to fight and win and protect (which trust me, if you are a meat shield, you are a meat shield so other people do not get hurt-well, hero-wise anyway).  Playing non-hyper aggressive/tactically brilliant killing machines (hero or villain or…er… alliance or horde or whatever) is perhaps a socialized thing.  Holy shit, imagine that?  Playing caretakers…well…it is. 

And as I said below, I am poorly socialized  ;)

Be that as it may…I will say this, in all of my years of CoX play, the best “Hi, I am here to fuck your shit up” player I know of, ever, as any character they play? 

Woman.  And she ain’t me.  I am a mere plebe compared to her ass-kickery.  In fact, she whacked one of my toughest characters like 13 times in PvP!

Okay, gamer women, what say you???

What, were you raised in a barn?!

My life has been weird here lately- no question.  Situations have come about that have forced me to make some really tough decisions- and I mean really tough- as well as look at myself in ways that most people do not tend to like to look at themselves and see some things that I knew were there but hell, I really don’t like to spend a whole hell of a lot of time looking at them.

Sigh.  I am one of the most poorly socialized human beings on the face of the planet.  I pretty much know a whole three ways to deal with other human beings:  by being brutal and blunt and caustic, by making a joke, or violently/by intimidating the shit out of them.  Or, oh wait, I fuck them.  In all different sorts of ways- physical and otherwise.  Sure, I can be articulate or savvy or whatever else when I have a plan and know what the hell I am doing, but just out there in the world where life and all other kinds of shit happens on the fly or unexpectedly or twists and turns in strange ways where, you know, humans are?  Or in situations where I am way out of my element?  Uh huh.  I have no fucking clue what I am doing and generally end up going with one of the four above-mentioned methods.  Which hey, sometimes it works, but when dealing with folk you actually give a rat’s ass about?  Not so good.  At all. 

And the truth of it is, I have no fucking clue how to deal with people.  I can observe how they work and what they do and all, even get an insight to them, but deal with them…like millions of humans deal with each other every day?  Uh…yeah…I suck at that big time.  And in times of stress, when my mind is going a million miles and hour, when I can’t sleep and eating makes me vomit, and things of that nature…I’m even worse.  I’ll think twenty different things are brilliant ideas and the way shit should be in the course of days, then something I hadn’t counted on or factored in will hit me square in the face in a terribly shaking manner and things will change. Gravely and defiantly.  And everything I will have already said will be inaccurate or wrong or shaken up and….  Well.  It sucks.  And I suck at then speaking on it other than in the most basic of terms.  And I suck at dealing with whoever has been caught in the fallout. Ugh…if I can’t call it out, laugh at it, punch it, or fuck it…. I pretty much am completely out of my element.  Big time.  And make no mistake- this is a character FLAW. 

Also, for as much as I can be the life o’ the party in, er, those settings or dominate a conversation if I want to, when it comes to humans who I am close to…. I get annoyingly stoic.  Better listener than talker.   Generally because I have no idea what to say.  I sorta talked about that once before but yeah…. it can make life real complicated. 

I think part of the reason I love writing fiction and playing video games so much is because well, when I write, those people always know what to say or how to handle shit.  Same goes with games.  Or…they can just punch it.   No actual real humans involved.

Real humans and me?  We have issues.

Things That Are Criminal-

Letting a fine ride like this rust and rot out in the snow.  I wish I knew who owned it so I could rescue it from such abuse!

Cause it fits the recent theme…

My Holiday Greeting Card Photo from Last Year…

The important part is what’s in my hand…

So it’s sunday…

There is snow on the ground.

I am trying to decide if I want to post the fic about the scary southerners or not.

Apparently, I am a “criminal element” who is simply scarier than hell.

Even though I slept like 12 hours I still feel wiped.

Redneck, backwoods, white trash hick….

ahem.

Those are my people.

It’s odd, once upon a time, I posted on anti-Southern Bias.  And while not born in the South myself, I’ve lived more than a half of my life IN the south.  I also, apparently, have some stereotypical “ugh, South” qualities:  gearhead gun nut tattooed fake boobed havin’ willin’ to throw down whiskey drinkin’…..Jew?  Okay, so that last one doesn’t so much fit, but yeah…

You know what?  I used to have issue with people thinking “those kinds of things” about me.

I don’t any more.

If someone wants to give me shit for perhaps having a GTO up on blocks in my yard and desperately yearning to own more than one AK47….and suggest that ripped up BDU’s are not proper attire for ladies….

They can register complaints with my boot.