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Cake day: December 24th, 2023

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  • There is an often reposted study that shows people who are worse at video games are more likely to harass women. Though these are some issues with the study and it’s scope, this more or less matches my experience. However, this is usually transformed via a game of telephone into suggesting higher skilled players are less misogynistic.

    I have played at the top level of multiple games over different genres and it is incredibly misogynistic up there. The key difference is most of the nerds up there are less likely express it so obviously and publicly. In a lot of cases this is purely about self-preservation, teams in competitive games will be collectively penalized so there is a degree of self-policing (nobody wants to have their team disqualified with all that money on the line) and in PvE games there is usually a great deal of time (and lets be real, often money) invested in an account people don’t want to lose.

    It’s gotten a lot better since the “tits or gtfo” and “there are no women on the internet” days, but the last time I was in these circles was only during COVID and it was still wildly misogynistic behind closed doors.




  • Reddit feels like a weirdly dead place. Depending on the sub, there can be a lot of posts and comments but it’s very hard to engage with. You need to comment early and what conversation there is decays very early. A lot of it is fake too, with bots stealing comments to repost.

    It’s a little bit better on smaller subs, but Reddit has a way of funneling everything into a larger subs if there is one for a topic, so outside of niche topics they tend to be ghost towns.

    Lemmy is more like a small, weird forum. It’s hardly perfect but at least it doesn’t feel like a bunch of chat bots talking to each other.




  • Farscape! I haven’t seen it since I was barely even a teenager. I loved the show and it meant a lot to me, but there are a lot of years between then and now so I’ve forgotten a lot. I’ve been shocked by how outrageously, flamingly queer it has been. Not like the unacknowledged, and often unintentional, homoeroticism of most genre shows of this era but gay sex only half way into the first season.

    The show is just pretty great in general too, I love the Henson puppets and aliens so much. Ben Browder is a great lead with a ton of charisma. Just be warned if there are any topics you’d want to avoid, the show would have a fairly long list of content warnings. It can be very dark and not everything has aged perfectly.











  • Probably a few times a day, depending on what I’m doing.

    I work in a small office, and answer the phones. Most of the time the call needs to be transferred on. Standard operating procedure if someone can’t take the call is to say they’re “unavailable, can I get them to call you back?” and, if pressed, “on another call at the moment”. This is usually untrue - we don’t get many calls, so 99% of the time it’ll either mean they’re in the bathroom, having lunch or just don’t want to talk to an overly needy client who keeps calling at the moment.

    I’ll often also lie about my position if a client questions why I can’t handle their call. It’s easier to say I’m just the receptionist or something isn’t my department, than explain why this either needs to be handled by someone else or would be far cleaner that way.

    Oh, and I lie about why I’m putting people on hold all the time. I’m often not bringing up your file or whatever - I did that while we were talking.


  • I was a big ‘offend everyone’ dweeb, with a side serving of “free speech”.

    I grew up in structure where etiquette and taboo were abused and hated them. Like the chilidish little maximalist I was, I applied that hatred to everything. Slurs were particularly hilarious, I thought people were ridiculous with how they tip toe around them and delighted in their discomfort when I’d just come out and say it. They were just words, why be scared of them?

    In my mind, I clearly didn’t hold any bigoted views. Particularly with homophobic ones - I’m queer, I’ve been beaten for it, I’ve been beaten counter protesting “actual” bigots. I’d ask critics “what have you done?”, before calling them a fa-

    Well, you get the idea.

    At the end, I was also a sort of community figure. An extremely minor one in the grand scheme of things, but I still had attracted a small audience. This included a large number of younger men who were impressionable. The thing is, they attract their own audience too.

    I noticed an increasingly amount of what I considered, back then, to be “actual” bigoted stuff being said. Usually from older men trying to sway those younger men. I saw them buzzing around my peers too, encouraging them to say things for them, dropping bait in chats and pulling aside the younger male audience members to try to recruit them, more or less.

    I tried a couple of times to call it out, but they’d fall back on “it’s just a joke”. They’d point to all the bullshit I’d said over the years and the obvious hypocrisy. I’d given up any credibility I had and bred an environment where these people could thrive. It also became clear that plenty of my audience had taken me seriously, and were imitating what they thought I was doing.

    It made me reevaluate things. I’d alienated people, good people, by acting in this way. I’d hurt people I never had any intention of hurting with my callous disregard for their feelings. I’d convinced people to be worse in ways I’d fought against, destroying far more progress than I’d ever made.

    So I stepped away from the spotlight and stopped. As a side note, working it out of your vocabulary is a truly frustrating progress. I’d trained myself to use slurs to mean the most basic things. Getting sober was more difficult but at least it was quicker. It took literal years of diligence to kill the impulse to call someone who is being annoying a fa-

    Anyway.

    Afterwards, a surprising number of the people who distanced themselves from me reached out. More than I deserved. I hadn’t told anyone I’d had a revelation, or made some grand apology to try and absolve myself of the sin or whatever. It is telling about how bad it was that people took notice just from it’s absence. Many of those shared stories of how it’d hurt them.

    The one that broke my heart the most was a transwoman who I had stood up for when others tried to push her out. She had been lonely, and I’d given her just enough acceptance for her to get trapped in a toxic community. My bigotry she rationalized away, and it desensitized her just enough to try to fit in with the broader community around me. She internalized the horrific transphobia that was being said. I think it goes without saying what that did to her mental health and the places it lead. I had caused deep harm to not only someone I liked, who had looked up to me, but someone I had tried to help.

    It’s not just jokes, the intention doesn’t change that.