Here We Go Again
So, over at WoW Insider, they posted about some WoW wallpaper. The author brings up the idea of sexism in relation to the artwork. Annnnnnd you get all the bingo card responses.
The comments are full of it’s fantasy so who cares? and well, the guys aren’t proportioned correctly either!—even though that last point was put down wonderfully by the very first comment. And you know there’s a version of What about Teh Menz? in there. There’s even a beauty about how objectification may not be bad—what’s the big deal, ladies? You want to look that way anyway, don’t ya? Go read some of the comments and watch some of the commentators ignore the patriarchy’s existence and how it influences pretty much everything in our lives—and yes, that includes our video games.
This argument is not about objectivification of women. Its the fact that fat women get mad because they never want to put in the effort to get a body like they see in WoW. Then it “lowers their self esteem”. Most men wont do it either, but men dont complain about it.
Ah, the good old you’re just jealous! argument. Where’s my bingo card—this should fill it up nicely! 
ETA: In my bingo card searching, I found this debate about it. Some of you might find it interesting. 
Again and again people argue that feminists should or shouldn’t say something because it will hurt our reputation, as if convincing everyone else is our only goal. The fact that we may find value in conversing amongst ourselves never enters into the picture. The implication of which is that women’s conversation only has value if men are there to listen to it.
And here’s a zinger! 
No, really, it’s not. For the simple fact that they usually aren’t making an argument, they’re just repeating misrepresentations of mine back at me. It’s not hypocritical of me to call someone stupid when they are acting stupid. It may be mean, but it’s not hypocritical.
People debating with a feminist and misrepresenting her arguments?! What?! I’ve never heard of such a thing. I thought we were supposed to shut up when a man told us what we were saying.
More Random Stuff From My Life That You Probably Don’t Care About
I managed to get Charlie to a great vet yesterday—thanks so much to GNC for the recommendation. Charlie got his rabies shot, a full check-up, and even little cat X-rays. Oh, and surprise butt sex with some sort of medical instrument.
The vet said that Charlie may have some Siamese in him because his nose is long. Also, he’s slightly cross-eyed, which is a trait of Siamese cats. Poor little cat-dude can not catch a break—messed up legs, torn out nail, and cross-eyed!
So far, he’s enjoying life. Cassie has touched paws with him under the door so she may be getting closer to accepting him.
Unless she uses the laser beams that shoot from her eyes to kill us all.
