| badgenome said: She doesn't really think a lot of her fellow gaemz jurnalistz, either: Here are some ways you can spot a game journalist: Out of fashion, out of shape. I don’t really mean physically — I mean you distinctly realize you are looking at people who definitely don’t fit into the world easy. There is often a hesitant, performative body language. You’ll be struck by the contrast between the apparent age of the person’s face, or their thinning hair, and the fact they’re wearing sloppy, brightly-colored sneakers. Someone always is wearing a tight plaid shirt. Someone is always wearing a fucking Zelda t-shirt. The longer I do this kind of thing the more unsettling I find it, the huge gulf between a game person’s apparent age and the child-like way in which they carry themselves. It's pretty funny how much of her so-called commentary boils down to calling every adult male gamer a basement dwelling man-child... when she's a woman firmly entrenched in her 30s who still lives at home and sponges off her father because she blogs about video games in lieu of getting a real job. Leigh is incredibly condescending for someone who doesn't deserve to be, and I think it's precisely because she embodies everything she hates about gamers. |
Such a disgruntled human being. It's kind of sad, really. It makes me think she's a failed hipster who had to retreat back to her own kind.
Nevermind the sillyness of the whole mass generalization thing she likes to do. She picks out the most hardcore and obsessive 'gamers', then holds them up as representing the entirity of the species. That's face-palm-worthy.
Still, though, what was her editor thinking? Why would you publish an "I hate you all" tantrum?
