Games are art. Pornography, violence, and combinations of the two are involved in every other artform; the fact that they're involved in ours is merely a symptom of diversification. When games are made for a variety of tastes, some will annoy you, and others will disgust you. And that's actually okay, in my opinion--because the alternative is to set up an autocratic regime that dictates what videogames are, which is the next-best thing to taking all the videogames ever made, pilling them up, and burning them.
Don't get me wrong, I find the image in the OP extremely distasteful. I'm just saying that it doesn't make me not want to live on this planet anymore. It's annoying, but it's a necessary consequences of a process I want to see happen.
My best "I don't want to live on this planet anymore" moments came from my first Environmental Studies class. There were two.
First, we were studying windmills. The professor was talking about how they don't produce any polution. I asked what, to me, was an obvious question: What is the polution per kw/hour compared to fossil fuel energy production, cradle to grave? Some moron in the class said "Nothing--they don't polute at all!" I had to patiently explain to the person--as I recall a junior in a 4-year acredited university--that metals and plastics don't magically form out of the aether, that motors and electrical wires don't apear fully-formed out of architects' minds in full battle armor, and that these structures, which can reach hundreds of feet into the air, aren't put up by magical unicorns that fart rainbows. I never did get my answer; apparently no one has ever thought to look into it. And it was an honest question; I had no agenda to push in asking it.
The second was when we were told that a hand-held device could read murcury in parts per trillion. I asked what the divice was--I was using a machine that was....well....finicky, to put it politely....and could only reliably get to 5 ppm for metals. I knew of another machine in Canada that could get to a few ppb. I was very curious--not the least because I really, really wanted an alternative to that atomic absorption spectrometer I was using. I could tell you stories.....Damn thing almost killed me once. Anyway, the professor--a Ph.D. who had been teaching this class for years--had never even thought to ask about the reliability of the equipment in the studies she was requiring us to read. I know professors don't devote a huge amount of time to their classes (they tended to do more research at that university), but come on, you know?
These two demonstrated to me that if the Environmentalist movement was populated by people taking Environmental Studies classes, we were well and truly boned. Subsequent discussions have emphasized that point. Try arguing to pretty much anyone that humanity, rather than just being destructive and ravenous consumers, also creates new habitats and environments. From an ecological perspective it's trivially true--EVERYWHERE on Earth is an environment, so if one environment is destroyed another must necessarily take its place. Even scientists are unable to suppress their knee-jerk vitriolic reaction, however. Given that I take the long-range view of things, I can certainly see the dangers in this. This makes me quite literally think that living on this planet may not be a good idea in the future.
The worst, though, was the Ethnic Studies class. We had to comment on articles we read, message-board style. For the first month and a half, my comments began with "This study is deeply flawed. The authors over-extrapolate from a very small and biased sample, remove large amounts of data without justification, and attempt to use the results to describe American society as a whole, leading to results that contradict their actual observations." Or something along those lines. The sad part is, I made such good arguments that the professor was forced to agree with me every single time. After six weeks of this, I was told "For the rest of the symester we're going to assume that the studies are valid." I forget if it was in an email or in class; either way I said "That's fine by me. I can play 'Let's Pretend'." I still cannot wrap my head around a college professor knowingly asigning works that are so deeply flawed. This episode certainly colored my views of the social sciences moving forward--I still inherently distrust such studies.
