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On impulse, I bought this magazine titled 'Girls of Gaming.' It had Faith from Mirror's Edge (first game to make me wish I had an XB360) on the front cover, sitting looking all contemplative and cool. I picked it up, thinking I was in for a rare and valuable treat: a gaming magazine aimed at women, celebrating the rise of the powerful female in a male-dominated world.
What I got was gaming-themed softcore. -_- Pretty pictures, yes, but don't read the blurbs waxing rhapsodic about Chun Li's thighs.
It kind of makes me want to start a blog, actually. This kind of thing is something I'm passionate about anyway. I could identify strong females in gaming and ways in which the industry falls short; deconstruct games specifically aimed at girls (with lots of fun Ranting, of course), even interview women in the industry. It'd be awesome and fantastic and fill a gaping hole in the market that should have been filled long ago.
...And then my brain comes to a screeching halt. "Bitch," it says, "you've got fourteen springkink prompts, two long fanfics and a novel, two robot-gurumis to crochet, and you're still looking for a job. And you haven't updated your website in ages. You're BUSY."
Sometimes I hate my brain. Still, it's a project to consider.
And now, speaking of springkink, I have to go watch me some Saiunkoku Monogatari. Oh, what a cruel world is mine.
What I got was gaming-themed softcore. -_- Pretty pictures, yes, but don't read the blurbs waxing rhapsodic about Chun Li's thighs.
It kind of makes me want to start a blog, actually. This kind of thing is something I'm passionate about anyway. I could identify strong females in gaming and ways in which the industry falls short; deconstruct games specifically aimed at girls (with lots of fun Ranting, of course), even interview women in the industry. It'd be awesome and fantastic and fill a gaping hole in the market that should have been filled long ago.
...And then my brain comes to a screeching halt. "Bitch," it says, "you've got fourteen springkink prompts, two long fanfics and a novel, two robot-gurumis to crochet, and you're still looking for a job. And you haven't updated your website in ages. You're BUSY."
Sometimes I hate my brain. Still, it's a project to consider.
And now, speaking of springkink, I have to go watch me some Saiunkoku Monogatari. Oh, what a cruel world is mine.
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