And the best headline you’ll read all week is…
Farewell, Nelson Mandela. Remember this, he out-lived Thatcher. When Cameron latches on the Mandela bandwagon this week remember that in 1985 he was a top member of the Federation of Conservative Students, who produced the “hang Mandela” posters. In 1989 Cameron worked in the Tory Policy Unit at Central Office and went on a anti-sanctions fact finding mission to South Africa with pro-apartheid Lobby Firm that was sponsored by Botha. Remember this when he tells the world he was inspired by Madiba.
You’re tearing me apart, Lisa
Hare hare rama wherever you are, George.
Gamespot’s response to the backlash that they, and the game’s reviewer Carolyn Petit, got for their review of GTAV
This is just perfect.
Gamespot just earned a shit ton of respect from me.
I don’t think I’ve seen a site as large as Gamespot actually say “Fuck you” to one of its users before. It was kind of appropriate here.
It’s disturbing the amount of video game critics I’ve recently seen retire or publicly distance themselves from the artform purely because of the awful elements amongst the fanbase.
Of course, this isn’t completely exclusive to the video game world. Take, for example, the movie reviewer who got death threats because he “ruined” Toy Story 3's Rotten Tomatoes score.
Once again, this all goes back to our On Demand culture. With news media programmed not to inform but rather to tell people what they want to hear and niche online communities designed to insulate people from ever hearing opinions different than their own, is it any wonder why folks no longer understand the actual definition of what a “critic” does?
Audiences ruin entertainment.
Holy shit. This is damn near masterful.
On top of the problem detailed above, about people getting used to being told what they already think (and responding to those holding different views with intense vitriol), is the one of many Media Makers coddling, ignoring or currying favor with the portion of their audience that does this. They might have a sense it’s their largest demographic, or because of their loud voice think they’re the bulk of their audience, or just feel unequipped to deal. The reasons are many, complex.
But the problem with supporting–possibly through inaction–that portion of an audience is that it makes the space you’re creating around your media unsafe for others with less severe opinions, less violent reactions, or those who are simply interested in looking at media/the world critically.
It’s great to see an arm of an entity as large as GameSpot directly confront what’s widely considered the standard attitude of “gamer culture” (which, yeah, reductive): angry, entitled, reactive. And it’s great to see them trying to clear a path so the community–and by their hopeful prediction, the industry–can grow. It’s a clear statement of critical intent, of what this part of GameSpot, at least, thinks games are for, and takes a good first step towards creating a safe space for people who want to engage with games as a medium of massive cultural impact (which is a group I’d like to think, though maybe I’m totally off on this, is larger than the group of loudmouth bloatbags).
Moral: it’s ok to not want shit heads in your audience.
This is one of these times where tumblr threads are an absolute goldmine.
Walking up the road and I cross over where I see a woman pulling along shopping buggies. She lets go of these and signals that she wants my attention. “What’s on your t-shirt?” she asks. “Is that Spanish?” and she proceeds to point at the lettering on my top. “Viva LeChuck..?”
"It’s, uh, the undead pirate LeChuck." I reply, knowing full well these words are going to be lost on her.
"Is he Spanish?" her eyes glinting in the streetlight.
"Caribbean, I believe. And also.. undead.. so I don’t know.. what that makes him." There’s a pause. "He’s from a computer game… from the 90s." I feel I have to add this in case she is considering that there are undead pirates roaming the streets and being glorified by Glaswegians on t-shirt form.
"He looks Spanish." the word Spanish has now lost all meaning to me by this point.
"He very well could have descended from Spanish ancestry.. so perhaps you are not wrong." Another pause follows. "Well… buenas noches!" I add, hoping this will bring closure.
"Are you Spanish?" she asks, in hope, her fingers curling upwards in front of her chest.
"No, but I am a mighty pirate." and I walk off under the streetlights.
PS - t-shirt in question. How the fuck did she read that text when I was walking away from her?!
So. Farewell then,
Sir David Frost.
You were a comedian,
a journalist, and an interviewer.
Richard Nixon, and the
Watergate aftermath was your
biggest interview revelation.
But your death on a
cruise ship, has resulted in
your water grave.
(with apologies to) E. J. Thribb 17 ½