[…] And now, in 2014, women have been forced into hiding – for voicing an opinion about videogames. That’s a sentence that should only ever appear in the opening chapter of an implausible dystopian sci-fi novel, moments before you toss it in the bin.
There seems to be a small yet vocal core of maniacs bafflingly resistant to the notion that women should have any say in the games industry at all. Even recent statistics indicating that female players now outnumber men can’t sway them, thanks to a lazy assumption that most of those women are playing Candy Crush or other, equally non-taxing “casual games” apparently un worthy of being called “games” at all. I don’t think that’s true, and even if it were, I wouldn’t blame women for voluntarily choosing to play something soothing and non-threatening in their free time, since they spend so much of the rest of their time being forced to play a terrifying survival horror MMORPG colloquially known as “The Internet”. Women are the hardest hardcore gamers there are, by miles.”
Yesterday my boyfriend spent the entire day winding me up, chucking stuff at me, saying cheeky shit, just generally being a mischievous little shit. We went back to his mums and we got a takeaway curry and watched movies. Twice I left the room, twice he hid in the dark to jump out and give me a fright. Later on he turned on the light to find that he’d booted what was left of his bright red curry all over the living room carpet, he then ran about trying to scrub it out of the carpet.
I started fucking screaming with laugher on the sofa, and said what is definitely the funniest joke I have ever and will ever come up with. “What do you call it when your boyfriend boots a curry all over his mums carpet?
I had to share this on tumblr because I’m a bit gutted that it was just him there to hear it. That alone made up for all his fucking nonsense.
do not fix your dark circles let the world know youre tired of its shit and ready to kill a man
the-great-escape-glasgow said: Andrew
Sake it’s pronounced “Sah-rah.”