Farcebook

I haven’t touched this blog in like a couple of months, and even before then it’s been a rare thing. Basically, NaNoWriMo, Christmas, college and the panic that comes with applying for university kept me busy, as well as a few other personal projects.

That and I feel like I’m all out of shit to say for a number of reasons. Largely because things have pissed me off more than cheered me up (and I really don’t want to fill this blog up with endless rants – dammin, Jim, I’m 28, not 82), and a lot of what I have had to say of late tends to fit “comfortably” within a couple of Tweets. Oh, yeah, and I’m currently under a feature block on Facebook right now, and I don’t know the full extent of that, but the extent of Facebook’s hypocrisy. See, as far as I can tell, the block may have been a result of a comment I left on a post made by Real Radio North East, in which they asked their listeners to write three words that summed up the prior 24 hours. My contribution was “Stupid mouse broke” because, well, my stupid mouse broke that day. Overpriced piece of crap that it was. That comment had since disappeared, and I also found that the station has also blocked me on Twitter.

It was either that or the station is taking it out on me because I called them out, when they tried to claim someone else’s image as their own by slapping their shitty logo over the original.

The original image is actually a user card from someecards.

The original image is actually a user card from someecards. And yes, I was understandably pissed that they pulled that shit. They quietly took the post down an hour or two later and then tried to pretend it never happened.

In any case, it’s looking to be the case that I’m going to be stuck in that feature block for a whole month, possibly more, and I don’t even know if this post will go through to my page, or if I am even able to comment on my own page (never really had that opportunity, to be quite honest). Either for doing the right thing or posting something that was about as offensive as breathing. Which might cause a few eye rolls, but let’s face it, if you’re offended by the act of calling an inanimate human interface device stupid, you might want give your life, and your priorities some long hard reconsideration.

And yet, while I am being penalised for the most moronic of possible reasons, others continue to get away with personally attacking someone and calling them the C-word for the “crime” of “failing” to post a link and spouting transphobic shit, to name but a few examples of the bullshit I’ve reported, only to be told that no action had been taken because none of them had been in violation of their community “standards”. Seriously, Facebook? Fucking hypocrites. I wouldn’t be surprised, at this point, if the site’s support “team” was nothing but an army of robotic bros, given this and their history of allowing pages promoting domestic abuse to go unpunished for months.

So, yeah, I went off on a rant. Again. On a lighter note, I’m going to try and give this blog a little more love. I have a few ideas which I might be posting over the next few weeks. So, erm, stay tuned?

Fourteen Days of Shite

I’ve tried twice already to blog about some of the shit I’ve seen that’s gotten me down of late. Each time, I’ve run out of steam and into so many blocks that I abandoned them for a later date. Third time’s the charm, I guess. I’m going to try and keep things brief and to the point, and keep my stupid-shit opinion out of it as much as possible until I’m awake enough to actually process what the crap I witnessed over the past couple of weeks.

A week or two ago, Microsoft showed off their Xbox One, or – as I like to call it since I’m more than a little miffed about it – the Xbollox One. The games announced for the system disinterest me something awful and frankly confirm, for the most part, this Tweet I made just a few days prior:

Meanwhile, Feminist Frequency owner-host Anita Sarkeesian expressed her disappointment that none of the titles announce featured a female protagonist.

It’s a fair point, really. Look at any the shelves in your nearest game store. Count the boxes with moody stubbly blokes on the front. Now count the ones with female heroes on the box. The ratio’s a bit shit, to be frank about it. Unfortunately, quite a few men, understatement as it is, begged to differ. With venom and bizarre logic. I won’t go into detail as my thoughts on that logic here. Maybe a later post.

More recently, it had been discovered that some arsehole had set up a Kickstarter campaign to fund his book. You’re probably wondering why that might be a problem. Well, because it’s a guide to sexual assault, sugar-coated as “being awesome with women.”

More like being an arsehole with women. Kickstarter let it slip them by, despite the campaign being brought to their attention before the thing was funded. You read that right. It got funded. Several. Times. Over its goal. Kickstarter’s excuse: their policies dictated that they piss about over it for a couple of weeks. Um, sorry. but some things warrant throwing policy out of the window and getting that shit nerfed pronto. This campaign was one of them.

Those two incidents alone make me ashamed to be male right now.

Meanwhile, Penny Arcade’s Mike Krahulik, aka Gabe, managed to make a complete arse of himself on Twitter. In response to a Kotaku article a couple of weeks ago, whose author stated that “not all women have vaginas(NSFW, BTW) and later rather nicely rebutted someone who asked her what planet she was living on, Gabe spouted on Twitter that he believed men have penises and woman have vaginas.

I cannot say I am surprised that people called him out for that. What was surprising was that instead of getting a clue, and learning from his error, when the subject was brought up again a couple of days ago he reiterated those beliefs and then continued to get increasingly on the derpfensive, going on to announce that he would disregard anyone who used the term “cis” (it means non-trans), among other incredibly dumb announcements and retorts. I mean DUMB. To express the level of stupidity there would require me to actually put my SoundCloud account to use, but I don’t think anyone would appreciate me screaming “DUMB DUMB DUMB” down a mic for up to that site’s file length limit. Tangent. Anyway. Ugh. You’d think that someone in his position would have known better. You would think someone who is essentially a public figure would learn from his mistakes.

Last, but not least, there was the story of indie game developer Chloe Sagal and her series of unfortunate events. I’m not going to try and summarise it. I don’t think I can. I don’t think I can condense all those guts she spilled into the short sentences that will satisfy those who find it to be “TL;DR”. Instead I recommend you take a few minutes of your time to make the effort and read it properly (NOTE: It’s the orange link that reads “The Full Story”). Some advance warning, though: reading it made me feel ill. At the end of the day, she recognises she made a mistake, acknowledged it in that post, and voiced her reasons for doing so. If you ask me, a little forgiveness for something that seems to have been the product of multiple problems and issues that have compounded into a force that has, and likely still is, driving her to destruction, is not out of the order. It’s probably inadvisable to ask me about anything. I know less than Jon Snow about many things.

Still, what’s irritating is that there are a vocal few that beg to differ. In the opinion of these commenters, that post did not constitute a proper apology. Apparently, one of those is where you just admit you did wrong and you regret it and you’ll never do it again and let that be the end of it, no excuses. If I’m honest, what people think constitutes a “proper” apology can be a crock of shit sometimes, and risks masking legitimate issues that are better addressed, well, just left to boil over unnoticed until it’s too late.

In any case, she has a friend who’s trying to get her own surgery funded. She needs $13,000 but so far, she’s only managed $2,762 as I type this. If you’re feeling generous, there’s a jar you can drop a few notes in. It’s sad, really, the snail’s pace that meter’s creeping up. If 2,600 working individuals set aside $5 out of their weekly wages to fund stuff like this each week, the world might just be a more awesome happy place. Not to oversimplify things, of course, OR to sound like an Oxfam ad.

So, there you have it. The shit that’s left me disappointed and annoyed with humanity as a whole this past couple of weeks, condensed into just a smidgen over nine hundred words. I… am going to step away from the post editor for a bit and hope that I haven’t stepped on anyone’s toes as I was venting.

Knowing my luck, I have done so nearly a thousand times over.