Oh, boy. #GamersGate. You could write a book about it, and surely one of the primary lessons of that book would be: Persecuting minorities is fun and easy and leads to what L. Ron once called “automatic writing”. But it’s no longer permissible in Western society to just put on blackface or act like Japanese Mickey Rooney, so the hunt has been on for new, powerless minorities to persecute and milk for clicks/cash/fame. The “gamer” is such a creature and since many of them are white and male it’s permitted, even encouraged, to discuss them in the most deliberately emasculating, humiliating, and hateful manner humanly possible.
If we, as a culture, discussed gay people or black people or even furries the way the mainstream media discussed “gamers” there would be rioting in the streets. And the violence of discourse, if you believe such a thing exists, is all in one direction. Gamers just want to be left alone and play their video games. There’s little harm in that, except the self-harm that happens when you voluntarily sequester yourself from the world.
But the way the media treats gamers — invading their spaces, trying to censor and attack their games, demanding that they change their views to match what’s mainstream acceptable even among themselves — is roughly equivalent to a bunch of white people walking onto an Indian reservation and making the Native Americans burn their historical and tribal possessions at gunpoint. It’s like walking into a LGBT “safe space” meeting and demanding that “everybody just stop being queer already and learn to fuck like normal people.” The sheer joy you see in the media as they declare the death of the gamer should frighten everyone, period, because it demonstrates exactly what can be done to you the minute that the powers that be take your particular identity off the endangered-species list. You get the passenger-pigeon treatment.
The fact of the matter is that ninety-five percent of humans are narrow-minded Puritanical assholes. It’s how they all survived to the year 2014; their ancestors were the people who were too hidebound or hateful to trust other tribes or families. All the people who really think we’re all equal and all beautiful on the inside and so on aren’t here now because their ancestors who felt the same way ended up with their heads on the ends of crudely fashioned wooden spears wielded by the Puritan folks. The world was populated by tribes who ostracized the sick and murdered the crippled and left the old to die in the winter and relentlessly punished even the slightest bit of variation among their numbers. Everybody else died of some ancient virus that they got because they didn’t drown the demon-possessed sick child and burn his body.
So-called gamers, with their social ineptness, their unattractive choices in dress and physical appearance, and insular behavior, bring out the secret murder-feelings in twenty-something women the way a bunch of AIDS-skinny leather fanatics cavorting at a Pride Parade brings out the secret murder-feelings in a group of Hispanic hardscrabble farmers. It’s no wonder that the minute there’s even the slightest shred of an excuse to do so, the masks drop and the knives come out. It’s an ancient impulse: Humiliate and slay these weak members of the tribe, so they do not weaken us in the future. It’s not worth trying to stop it. You can’t stop it. You can only fight back, which is what the gamers are doing, because they haven’t been in the game long enough to know how it’s rigged.
The media wants gamers dead because gamers don’t consume their garbage. They’re busy consuming different garbage and therefore they can’t be milked for profit in the same way and therefore they must be converted into “normal people” the same way Nestle converted African women into baby-formula consumers: by trickery, persuasion, and force if necessary. Gamers, like the so-called Men Going Their Own Way, have opted-out of the media society. You’ll laugh, but they’re like the Fight Club people, only without the violence. They’ve stopped caring about the Kardashians or Michelle Obama’s good works or the latest manufactured-racism outrage or the Roman-style gluttony of the Food Network. They’re stopped consuming, which means they are absolutely fucking expendable at the earliest opportunity. They need to convert or die. In this case, of course, “die” means the “death” society hands out to people whom it has labeled as racist or sexist: no job above minimum wage, no right to fair trial, no defense against the police or private security forces, no right to own property or businesses, nothing but gutter untouchable status.
But here we are, eight hundred words in and I haven’t even discussed my main purpose, so I’d better do it quick-like. Go read The Zoe Post before somebody forces the guy to take it down. And when you’re reading it, try to be conscious about it. Don’t read it to find out what a dirty whore Zoe Quinn is, in the literal sense of the word: she took money from a guy who was fucking her and she took positive press from a guy who was fucking her. She exchanged sex for money. That makes her a whore, but let’s be honest — most of us have exchanged sex for something at some point. The actual prostitutes I’ve met have been among the kindest and most decent women in my acquaintance. So Zoe Quinn is, arguably, a dirty whore but so is everybody on SeekingArrangement and especially this bitch and, oh, forgot to mention, all the women and men with professional portraits on LinkedIn.
Forget Zoe Quinn for a minute and focus on the blogger himself — Eron Gjoni. This poor bastard. Just read through and see how much power he’s given Zoe. She treats him like Don Draper treats women in Mad Men, minus the steak dinners. She’s basically become Ike Turner to his Tina, controlling him, lying to him, and using him for whatever she wants whenever it’s convenient for him. And when he says he’s going to rat her out to the wife of some dude she’s banging, she tells him that he can’t do it because it would cause gaming to lose a voice for women. This, incidentally, is the same justification used by every cult leader in history — “If you, my inner circle member, expose me, you’ll hurt the mission.” And he lets it go, he yields to her.
I would be remiss if I didn’t link to at least contrary voice: at least one moonbat feminist sees Eron, in his weakness and cowardice, as a hateful, hugely powerful abuser who is slut-shaming a strong sexual woman. I applaud her for her ability to not let the text get in the way of her criticism, so to speak. The rest of us should wonder: What kind of society produces “men” like Eron Gjoni? What kind of society treats people as meek and timid as Eron as villains? Is this a society in which we want to live?
I should also include Zoe’s response where she basically says, “um, yeah, I won’t discuss my personal life and anybody who does is a rapist.” She also says that the people who are distributing her nude pictures (NSFW!!!) are violating and attacking her — but these are photos for which she was paid, not stolen cellphone nudes, so her bitching about it is like me bitching that people are “raping” me by reading last month’s Road&Track.
So, to reiterate: Hugely unattractive woman acts like so-called alpha male. Desperate boyfriend acts like Bella from Twilight. The media is aggressive, the detractors are passive-aggressive, it’s rape to share photos that you volunteered to have taken and for which you were paid, Zoe Quinn is a heroine, Eron Gjoni is an abuser, or maybe it’s the other way around. Sleeping your way to the top still works in 2014 but pointing that out makes you a slut-shamer. Posing for nude photos is empowering as long as those photos are only viewed by fellow empowered womyn. And…
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m too old and too square to understand the true power dynamics that are taking place here. But I do know this: Zoe Quinn was nailed by at least six dudes during the course of that three-month spree. The only one of those six dudes being crucified by the media is the one who admitted to falling in love with her. So, guys, be careful about doing that, alright?