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Feminism and Games: Growing up as a geeky girl

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There was Cooking Mama. Cute game. You cook. It is obviously aimed at younger girls but I have seen and heard of boys and men playing and enjoying the games as well. Then there was Gardening Mama. You garden. Still…a cute game. The ‘Mama’ franchise was created and copyrighted by Majesco Sales, Inc. and has produced a very successful set of games for the Nintendo DS and the Nintendo Wii. This comic came out last year and while it amused some people, others not so much. Since I’m writing this email to you, you can probably guess which group I was in. Misogyny and physical abuse don’t exactly tickle my funny bone.

What game came out this Tuesday? Science Papa by Activision Inc.

I am angry for all sorts of reasons. Not only did Activision BLATANTLY rip off Majesco’s franchise, but they had to do it in a sexist way (no offense to the Papas out there). You can essentially assume that every game is targeted at boys and men unless it is pink or has a my little pony on the front of it.

When Majesco was asked for a comment on the game back in May, they responded with a comment from Mama herself.

"So you want some dirt on "Science Papa" to splash on your site? I’ll shovel it. We dated briefly (when he had much better hair). And now he clearly wants a piece of the best-selling pie by associating himself with an incredibly successful, and I’ll emphasize, happily married, woman. Frankly, he never appreciated my cooking and I grew weary of his tedious "experiments." You want real mind-bending science, go figure out how to make Toulouse Cassoulet for your next dinner party of 20 and let me know how it goes, Papa.

Well played, but Majesco COULD have done the female gaming sector right by making a Science Mama game long ago.

When I was growing up, there were no games targeted at young girls, young women, or adult women. The fact is that things that are targeted at women are made by men and are typically offensive to women. It’s annoying. We get it. You try, we get pissed. Make things for us but don’t make it totally obvious that you don’t give a shit by slapping a pink finish on something and calling it a day.

This is where Nintendo has typically done well and continues to do well. They’ve been chastised for their games being “too childish” but really the games are engaging, thought provoking, and typically gender neutral. You can enjoy most (I’m sure there are exceptions to this but I can’t think of any) Nintendo games without being fully submersed in realistic and extreme violence, sexism, or partriarchy.

Lets also remember Metroid. An action adventure game that came out for the Nintendo back in 1987 with a totally bad ass female lead with a compelling back story, Samus Aran. This was a first in the video game industry and still a bit of a rarity because to this day the Metroid franchise is not about sexually objectifying Samus; it’s about Samus kicking ass and taking names. This is unlike the Tomb Raider franchise where the obnoxiously proportioned Lara Croft is merely rich, hot and goes on archaeological adventures for one reason or another.

I played King’s Quest at my Nana’s but some of the themes were a little over my head and the puzzles just a bit too hard. The Nintendos and other consoles that my brothers, a cousin and myself shared at Nana’s house were usually occupied by someone other than myself. If I whined long enough, I could get a turn in their multi-hour sessions but by that time I was so nervous and excited, with all these eyes watching, that I died almost immediatly, almost every time.

So I found something else to do. At home, when the computer wasn’t being used for playing Dark Forces or Oddworld, I was playing the Trivia game in Encarta 95. I played Netscape Composer. I played Paint. When we finally got internet, I learned how to pirate software and music. I learned how to script for programs like mIRC. I learned how to use the internet. I learned how to play Photoshop. I learned how to play Regedit. I learned how to play command.com. I made friends that I still have to this day, which is something I can’t say public school provided me.

I was irritated at my lack of games and gaming ability growing up, but looking back I can’t help but think of it as a blessing. I used to get made fun of because I was such a geeky nerd. I used to get in trouble over being online at all hours, messing up the computer, and fiddling with things. But now is different. Being a geeky nerd makes me happy and it makes me money. I have my own games on my own consoles, and I can play whenever I want to, as badly as I need to. I have my own computers and I can learn about anything I want to and break them and put them back together as often as I need to.

So buy your sons and daughters Cooking Mama and Science Papa, if you must, but please buy them books too. Teach your sons how to clean and your daughters how to change the oil. Teach them their self worth before some asshole with a magazine ad, a commercial, a tv show, or a video game beats you to it.

Ubuntu: On Stylish Geekery

Ubuntu is not the most difficult to use linux distribution ever released. It is fun to vacation in another OS, however, so when I got my new PC the first thing I did was download the latest version of Ubuntu (at this time 9.04) and install it alongside XP on its very own partition.

After many (many) hours I’ve got things right where i want them.

  • My exchange account is setup and working in Evolution (mail client)
  • My network shares mount on startup
  • Guake runs on login
  • Synergy runs on login
  • Using Elegant Brit Window Theme
  • Using Meliae White Icon Theme
  • Avant Window Navigator (Mac OS-esque dock)
  • Internet Explorer 6 (IEs4Linux) via Wine so I can access our corporate CRM (which works in IE only)
  • And a desktop background that matches so well, it seems they were all made for one another

Probably more rambling about this later, but for now I’m tired and it’s Friday night. I’m ready to relax a bit.

Macbook Air Ad

I saw the Macbook Air Ad on the tv for the first time while i was doing the dishes one night. I heard the first few notes of the song and was immediately irritated.

I like that song…stupid Macbook….

I knew that song.

Where had I heard that song? . . . . . . So this morning it hits me; MySpace. http://www.myspace.com/yaelnaim Good music…shitty computer.

Oh and I HATE the 1st gen Macbook Air if you couldn’t tell. What a piece of garbage. Everyone that wants one needs a thorough examining by a professional. I once said that Oprah could put her seal of approval on the biggest piece of crap book…like photocopies hairy asses… and everyone would flock to it like every copy was stuffed with $100 bills. Well at this point Steve Jobs could put a single USB port on a steaming turd and the same thing would happen. The macbook air is, imho, a very thin steaming turd with a single USB port. And the people…of they are flocking and drooling and bowing and coveting…the most crippled and useless computer to come out since 1990.

The only nice thing I have to say about it? The display is mercury and arsenic free so when you bump it or sneeze near it and it flies into a million expensive pieces you can stomp on it in your driveway without getting toxic death all over your shoes. Woz is behind this, somehow. I can feel it.

Now I have to go make cookies before I have an aneurysm.

And yes, I am a fangirl.

Amusing Article

I unzipped my bag, opened the TiBook so it could take in the California sunshine and set it on the grass.

“You’re home now,” I said, choking up. “Go on. You’re free. Go!” I motioned for it to frolic, but it just sat there looking up at me in that cute way Apple laptops do. I dried my eyes and embraced my companion. “You’re right. We’ll be back,” I told the TiBook before packing it away and canvassing the area.

Read this article for yourself. Click here.

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I was organizing the storage room yesterday, which was my old bedroom here at the HQ, and I found my International Star Registry certificate box. I yanked it out of there, tossed it on my bed for me to put away later, and went about my organizing.

I sat down on my bed this morning (which I have been making on a regular basis *gasp*) and actually looked at the certificate. Nana gave it to me in 1987. The date on it says September 1st, 1987, but I don’t think she gave it to me on my birthday. Anyway, I read the paper for the first time in my life and realized what it says.

Know ye herewith that the International Star Registry doth hereby re designate star number Virgo RA 13h 14m 22sd -6* 26* to the name Rebecca Jayne. Know ye further that this star will henceforth be known by this name. This name is permanently filed in The Registry’s vault in Switzerland and recorded in a book which will be registered in the copyright office of the United States of America

All my life I thought she gave me a star (I was 5) but she named it after me. So, of course, I cry a little bit because we were so special to each other and I miss her like crazy. The only people who recognize this star as having a name is the Star Registry but it’s still a cool gift.

Nana was always giving me gifts that were a bit old for me, but now I love them so much. She had great taste and oddly enough, things she gave me when I was little and I’d think “what am I going to do with this?” are totally my style now.

I gave those registry people a call and told them I needed to order a replacement chart (I drew all over the one that came with it and then lost it…because I was 5). She asked me for the date and I told her and I could hear her thinking “Shit,” over the phone. Hehe. Their website goes back to 2002…someone is going to have a big ol fun time looking up a 20 year old star. If they had their business together, that would all be digital, she could ask me for the name and location of the star, zip it off on the laser printer, and take my money. That would be the way bug would run things, anyway.

They’re going to call me back when they can find it, and when I get it, I’ll frame the certificate and the chart then hang them up so I can look at it and remember how much someone loved a little girl named Rebecca Jayne.