TheRundownRabbit said:
Why are people so pissed off!?
There have been a lot of blanket statements dropped in this thread that I suspect are intended to claim a moral high ground and thereby dismiss the other side as unenlightened and evil, so, as one of the individuals who's pissed off, let me speak to you plainly about my experiences.
I have female friends; women whose feelings matter to me. Several of them are willing to tell me that a lot of the media I enjoy--mostly comic books, but video games as well--make them uncomfortable; that they are trying to live in a world that prizes them for their attractiveness to men, for their responses to men, for their relationships to men, and that the media I enjoy heighten this to shocking levels (well hello there, Vampirella, how are you tonight, dear?). This is probably not something I ever would have noticed, had it not been explicitly spelled out for me, because I am sure deeply accustomed to having my every base whim catered to that it didn't occur to me how much the one woman in any piece of fiction is always hot, very rarely complex enough to cause me to have to think about her, and always pliable to her man's needs. This is the only woman that exists in a lot of fiction, and it's heightened in formats like comic books and video games to a degree I would find hilarious if not for the deep regret that I can't share with my female friends the things I've found in those media, because they can't perceive it as I do. They can't have the same experience I do. Everything about the format is designed to make them understand their place in these worlds is one they don't want.
I'll say it again: It makes me sad. Like, take the comic book
Kingdom Come, just for instance. It's brilliant, it's my favorite comic book, and it has moments I will take to my grave as the pinnacle of storytelling. It also has, over the course of two hundred pages featuring every DC hero in existence as well as their hypothetical children, exactly one woman who gets to speak more than one line of dialogue. It's Wonder Woman, and during a book about a war of superheroes triggering the Biblical apocalypse, she starts dating Superman because what else are you gonna do with Wonder Woman when Lois Lane is dead, right?
That's not what makes me angry, though. As I've said repeatedly, it just makes me sad. I don't see any reason why comics and video games
have to be like this; I don't see what I, as a heterosexual man, lose if Wonder Woman gets to have a female friend to talk to or if Quiet wears people-clothes. So, I criticize elements that I find to be in poor taste and that exclude the female friends I'd like to be able to share my experiences with, in the hopes that one day we'll both be able to play a Metal Gear game without feeling embarrassed.
What makes me angry is how many people miss the point, and how they miss this point so hard I have to suspect it's intentional. There are three general responses: The first is to refuse to accept that criticism of a game is different from a personal attack on the person who enjoys the game; the second is to call me (and in this instance, since I've invoked my lady friends, them as well) for holding philosophies of Puritanical censorship we never once claimed or implied claiming; the third is to scoff and say that none of the things I perceive and experience are real because my opponent has not perceived or experienced them, the implication presumably being that all of human possibility resides within the life he's lived.
This shit makes me angry because they are defending
nothing, trying to improve
nothing, only trying to keep themselves from having to consider the world from another person's perspective and examine their own role in that worldview not their own; and to that end they will commit any level of disrespect necessary to support their own views. Watching these hateful acts perpetrated by people who have literally nothing to lose in defense of the nothing they have at stake all for the sake of making sure they don't have to learn compassion infuriates me, and it's become such a predictable response that it's nearly impossible for me to look at an example of this kind of sexually exclusionary media--in your case, Quiet's design--without recognizing the inevitable pattern of hate, personal attacks, and flat-out dismissals that will follow. Pavlovian conditioning at its finest.
On its own, Quiet's design is only stupid and/or juvenile; a costume drawn with the right hand while the left is busily rubbing a cock. It's really not worth getting worked up about beyond the effort necessary to point out I'm not being fooled by the bullshit photosynthesis excuse. What pisses me off is what follows, and what I've seen plenty of examples of here in this thread.
So, tl;dr version, it pisses me off because of the shameless inevitability of progression from "That's a goofy outfit" --> "Go suck Valerie Solanas's cock a little harder, you SJW retard, maybe you'll like the taste of her man-hating jizz so much you won't notice when Obama takes away all our games!"