wilwheaton
Frankly put. I am a FAKE GEEK GUY. I admit it. I like geek stuff, but I don’t love geek stuff. Not the way most geeks do. I’m an interloper on the geek scene. I’ve seen the movies, but I don’t know the canon. I am not a true fan.

All those things about not really loving the source material and “just watching the movies” or only reading the one book that everyone has read. That—all of that—applies to me.

But here are some things that have never happened to me. I have never been quizzed about who Data’s evil brother is to prove I like Star Trek. I have never had to justify my place in a midnight line to see Spider-man II by knowing who took up the mantle of Spider-man after Peter Parker’s death. (Peter Parker dies? Really? That’s so sad!) I have never had to explain who Nightwing is in order to participate in a conversation about Batman. (Nightwing is like….Robin on steroids, right?) I have never been asked how battle meditation works in order to voice my opinion that Enterprise shields would probably make a fight with Star Wars technology one sided. (Battle meditation is something that was in that Jedi role playing game, wasn’t it?) I have never had to beat everybody in the room (twice) at Mario Kart to prove I liked video games. I have never had my gender “honorarily” changed by having enough geek interests to be accepted (“you’re one of the guys now”). No one has ever insisted I tell them the difference between a tank and DPS in an MMORPG before allowing me to discuss raiding Molten Core. I have never been dismissed as a faker at a prequel screening because I didn’t know which admiral came out of light speed too close to the planet’s surface in The Empire Strikes Back. I have never been quizzed about Armor Class in order to get past someone who was blocking my path to the back of a game store where my friends were waiting at the tables. I have never been told I’m not a real fan. I have never been shamed for coming to a convention despite my lack of esoteric knowledge. And I have never, ever, EVER been invited to leave a fandom because I didn’t like [whatever it was] enough.

Every one of the things I have listed, I have personally witnessed happen. To women.

That’s not elitism. That’s sexism.
themarysue

destineearial:

I see posts all of the time about gender and gaming. Ya’ll who say that “girls don’t game” need to hush and listen for a moment.

This is my Mimal. She’s my BFF. These pictures were taken last summer, they’re of her playing the Nintendo Entertainment System that she bought when it came out and was being popularized in America. She was a stay at home mom and she thought that this gaming system would be awesome for her family (my Pipaw, my Uncle Joey, and my Mom) at night when they had game time. She used to play during the day when her kids were at school. She used to play Tetris (which, as a result of, my Mom is wicked at) and other games for this system. I

This is her, at 62, kicking MY ass at Super Mario Bros. When I was growing up I’d go to her house, eat SpaghettiOs and play this same game. I couldn’t beat the castle worlds. She did it for me.  She taught me the places where I could find hidden 1UPs, world jumps, and stars. When I was young she patiently waited as I learned the mechanics of the game. When I got older she gave me guidance on the finer skills, like not jumping off a ledge. Mimal can find the turtle on the stairs and get like a bazillion extra lives. It’s crazy.

So, I’ve ranted that she’s good at the game but I would like to make one thing clear. She has fun when she’s playing this game. To her, it meant family time, alone/decompression time, and a challenge for her to explore and conquer. She’s a gamer because she likes to game.

This woman is a gamer. This woman is my Mimal. So if you think that women can’t be gamers you just think on the fact that she’s been beating Bowser’s ass for two generations. And she’s been loving every minute of it.

Love this!