Great piece in the New Statesman on the vile response perennially chasing Anita Sarkeesian’s work.
I’m 32 and am just getting to a point in my life where I don’t feel D-grade (which should mean, I don’t know, very low-level but still detectable) shame about loving video games. Some of that comes from just getting older and some from knowing more people than ever are into video games but a lot of it comes from the increase in quality, the maturation of the form. And so I hate and almost can’t understand when people get upset or violent about critical engagement with the work. I ranted on the old blog about how a games critic was fired after a flood of complaints in response to his not-fantastic review of Duke Nukem (which was, by all accounts, terrible). And the response to Sarkeesian’s work is an amplification of that same rage in response to someone’s careful unpacking of video games, only now twisted around lizard-brain reactions to any discourse around gender politics. It’s like the medieval church banning common-language prints of the Bible or establishing strictures on who could and could not interpret religious texts: people foaming with rage that someone is trying to better understand–and help everyone better understand–what’s going on inside the thing we all enjoy.