Well, Luperci did not bring home the trophy for September’s Neri Approves transmog contest.
The Blood Elf did.
Moving on – still really like what Luperci put together. But more importantly, I like to bring awareness to the Born That Way Foundation. Though I had heard about it, I was prompted to donate by a tweet of Lodur’s: http://wayofthetotem.com/2012/09/20/a-call-to-arms-with-incentive/
I am telling you truth: I know teenagers and adults who have been affected, and died, as a direct result of bullying and harrassment over who they fundamentally are. I am waiting for the day when it’s a nonissue. We have other things to worry about than who someone chooses to love.
And Jill – for whatever reasons you chose almost thirty years ago, I wish you had stuck around to see how much things have changed, and how you could have helped. Maybe somehow you are.
Theme Song: Born This Way/Lady Gaga
I have big plans again this Friday night, and unfortunately for Mataoka, they don’t include leveling. However, I have to express this huge, fat SQUEEE – was talking to CDR who’s leveling a Pandaren, and he told me of this very cool ability called Zen Pilgrimage. Basically, it’s a spell that takes you to the Peak of Serenity to hang out with other monks.
HOW COOL IS THAT?!
Whew. Not very chi of me. Sorry.
But that is exactly what I was wanting! And I pray that Blizzard doesn’t stop with monks. I think every class should have its own place, it’s own club, VIP lounge if you will, where there are other trainers, and it feels very much a part of the culture of the class.
For example, hunters could fly to a Hunter’s Lodge, where the wood fires are always full of crackling meats and the mugs of ale always frothy and cold, and the trainining dummies are equipped with feedback on how one is doing. The Paladins could have a holy place to reflect and train; Shamans a rotating meeting grounds of elemental goodness – fire, water, earth, and air places; Druids would converse in special groves (they do have Moonglade, but the trick is to teleport back out). And therein lies the issue – the monks can go right back to their places. Though Druids and Death Knights have their special zones, they are stuck there once there, and there is no special training. Rogues could be transported to the Ravenholdt Manor; and Warlocks? Are you joking?! How amazing would their place be?! Priests could meet on the dark side of the moon; Mages can meet in an inn with delicious food (they are the jet-setters, after all); Warriors could meet in mock battles in an armory; and of course Death Knights in Ebon Hold.
This is just the start of an idea — come on Blizzard! You’ve already made my expansion dreams come true, and I hope you don’t stop there!
Please, for the love of all that is holy, do not read if you are still in the reverie and sheer nectar-colored joy that is Pandaria. You have been warned.
I am dead serious. I am posting this against my better judgment. In the name of fairness, however, I am the one who suggested the topic in passing conversation. I may lose you all as friends, or you may question my sanity, but in reading this treatise, he does make some interesting points. One cannot completely remove human interactions in this very human realm. We all know couples who have met and married, who have broken up, who have caused issues in one way or another because of their own gender reflections.
So–this is my first, and maybe my last–guest blogger, Xak. He is a smart, smart young man. And maybe I’ll get some interesting searches like Tome does.
Women of WoW Are Slutty Insecure Nymphos
Since a majority of this will be written from atop my high horse, I think it’s important to begin with a bit of exposé to build a touch of credibility. In life, I have a mix of positive and negative qualities. I go to the gym enough to be in good shape, but not enough that I am in danger of having my abs put on billboards to sell underwear. I have enough money to be secure but not enough to impress anyone. I am smart but I have a hard time not being a condescending dick about it. So on and so forth. This leads to mixed results with regards to hitting on women. Some of them look at the pros/cons and decide that their personal weighing of the various qualities leads them to saying “yes” to questions like “want to get a drink later?” while others say things like “no”. However, one of the things in the “pro” column is my voice, it’s dead sexy. When I get on vent, the only quality that women get to “see” is the sexy voice. This leads to a considerably higher success rate with regards to getting positive attention from women. I love this. I know it happens, I exploit it to the fullest and I don’t give a damn what it says about my character or lack thereof.
So… I get it, I’m not saying that I’m above it, or it solely affects women. However, the circumstances that surround the average WoWite male and the average WoWite female are different and this particular heap of cerebral discharge is regarding the fairer sex.
After doing a pug raid recently, a friend asked me about a girl I had encountered during the raid, I replied, “she sounded like a textbook fatty.” He retorted with, “hey now, there’s nothing wrong with being fat.” (In the interest of sidebars, this guy is something like 98 lbs soaking wet with a brick in each hand.) I came back with, “no, there is nothing inherently wrong with being fat (assuming you don’t mind assuming the health risks I suppose) but girls who are fat or even just fear that people might think she is fat, tend to exhibit similar pathologies, particularly where WoWites are concerned.” All he had for that one was, “good point.” (For a bit of context, the friend is going to school to be a head doctor, so he knew what I was talking about without me having to do any in-depth explaining, since I assume a majority of people who read this will not be head doctors…)
An overwhelming majority (let’s conservatively put it around 95%) of the women I have encountered in my WoW experiences have had very little confidence (funny enough, men seem to divide into “not confident” and “supremely confident for no good reason” but that’s a completely different post.) Maybe it is because they are fat. Maybe it is because someone told them that they are fat. Maybe they are uncomfortable with some other aspect of their body. Maybe they have had terrible luck with asshat menfolk. Maybe it was the classic “daddy doesn’t love me enough.” (Because I cannot get enough of parenthetical statements, I am fairly confident that if a man locked his daughter into a room and stared directly at her for 18 years, some women would still feel they had received inadequate attention but I digress once again.) The reasons are many and varied but the result is the same. These women take their low-self image into WoWland and discover a type of male attention they have never before encountered. Watching the results of this new attention is a fantastic spectator sport for me.*
Every woman reacts differently; that being said, by painting with a broad enough brush, I can more or less classify a majority of my encounters in 3.5 categories.
Internet Slut: These girls love the attention and go out of their way to act out fantasies that they would never had the stomach for in reality. Being overtly sexual over VOIP, teasing, throwing their femininity around like a bull in a china shop, etc. We’ve all seen them, if we haven’t been in a guild that’s been broken up by one, we’ve heard of someone who has. I love joining a pug with one of these girls in it, they are grand fun in small doses. I would never invite one into my real raid, they rapidly become tedious.
Recluse/Man Pretender: Some women cannot handle the newfound attention. Some are victims of creepy stalker assholes. I am certain other causation exists but the result is that they either hide their femininity or pretend to be a man. They are typical extremely reticent to talk over VOIP, often play male toons, shy away from discussions that even obliquely touch on sexuality, etc.
Guilty pleasure/Well adjusted: (Obviously, I have to start out with the admission that I put myself in the man version of this category. So I think I am reasonably well adjusted, sue me.) Some of these women attach a lot of shame to how much pleasure they get out of the male attention. They feel guilty when they discover they like being the only woman in the raid, afraid that it displays unkind things regarding their character. It is also worth noting, these women are often married and have a difficult time reconciling the enjoyment of male attention and the Hallmark notion that love shuts off biology. Even unmarried women often struggle to reconcile the notion that male attention is good with the cultural assumption that any woman who gets a lot of male attention is a filthy harlot. The reason I gave this 1.5 categories is because this can really cover a wide continuum between the shameful feelings and well adjusted enjoyment of the bonus attention; enough that I could imagine an argument for a separate category but not so much that I felt it warranted a solid fourth.
Which brings me to the real fun bit, what the hell is the point of all this blather anyway? Well, firstly, a friend asked me to write this and it sounded like fun, so what the hell right? But moreover, there is a public service announcement to be had here. The obvious one is for the girls. You do not need to be the biggest internet slut ever to enjoy these attentions, you will get a boost in the attention department in the short-run but you will shoot yourself in the foot in the long run. You also do not need to veer to the other extreme, plenty of women enjoy the game without hiding their gender or fighting off creepo stalkers twenty-four/seven. You do not even need to be ashamed of enjoying the attention, as long as you recognize it for what it is and enjoy it as such.
That is all well and good of course but it is also a bit of a red herring. The real public service announcement is for men. However, this one requires a bit of context to really fully appreciate it. There was a time when I was younger that I could not imagine being insulted by being hit on. I am a pretty open minded fellow in general, it never bothered me when women I found unattractive hit on me, to the contrary, I found it flattering. I was even flattered when gay men hit on me. I am as straight as they come but I was happy to take their approaches as flattery as well. I could never understand it when women talked about being creeped out by a guy hitting on them. Then I was in a porn store one night when a man approached me. It is very hard to capture the exact feeling for someone who has not been there, but this man veritably oozed slimy. He made some kind of crude pass at me and it was immediately crystal clear what women had been talking about all those years, this guy was (and I think I have showcased my vocabulary enough here that you can trust me when I say, there is simply no other way to adequately express this) fucking creepy as hell.
At the end of the day, the point is, “do not be that guy.” Have some empathy. Understand that even if a woman is acting like the biggest internet hooker in the known universe, she is most likely struggling to explore how men react to her. Even if she is pretending to be a man, she is (likely) not a transvestite, just afraid. If you lack the life experience to empathize, make a female toon and pretend to be a chick for a week. Take all the sleazy, creepy, unpleasant come-ons you get and build yourself a damn filter.
–Xak, Smarty-Pants Extraordinaire, Esq.
Postscript: I’m too tired for a rebuttal tonight, but rest assured, there will be one.
I had–truly–an amazing day at work yesterday. It had nothing to do with bosses, or meetings, or or data. It had everything to do with why I do what I do. And if I hadn’t had been there, if I hadn’t added my own viewpoint on the events of yesterday, I would not have worked with some amazing colleagues who bring so much to the table, and I would have missed out on my own gifts, too. We may have even saved a life.
When I finally did get home and got to continue my time in Pandaria, it felt truly good. I want to go on record right here, right now, because I know there will be glitches, obstacles, and negativity, but seize this moment, that I think the land of Pandaria is Blizzard’s masterpiece. This is not to say the other lands are not exquisite and amazing – in fact, if not for those building up to this, I am certain we players would not have the appreciation that many of us do. Well, I speak for myself: my breath is taken away.
I may never catch-up with others. In fact, I know I won’t. Others have different schedules and demands, and that is their journey, not mine. Yes, I will do my best to choose wisely and spend my time leveling those characters I want to take raiding, and hope those opportunities are there. But if they never come again, it’s okay. I know my time in the real world matters, and I want my time spent in this virtual world to be refreshing and bright. I felt like when I was in there, I was living Chihiro’s adventure from Spirited Away. I felt like I was strong again. I felt – well, dare I say it? Balanced.
No guildmates were available to run a new dungeon when I could play, which was fine. I went in with a cracker-jack group from my own realm, and confessed I had not played the Beta, and they hadn’t either. It was a blast. And this is a confession of character vanity: I loved watching how Mataoka looks when she’s fighting from an front-view perspective. She is amazing. Yes, third-person is completely appropriate here. She was my first character, and still is firmly ensconced as my favorite.
What is worth fighting for? What the Pandaren said. And I will try not to forget it.
Ah, sometimes early-waking insomnia pays off; rather, it’s probably the devil at the front-loading part of ‘getting his due.’ In other words, sometime around 2PM today it will take all I got not to pass out at work. And to be honest, my tummy actually does kind of hurt right now. No joke. I feel sick. But I must go in. My new boss LOVES meetings, and meetings that start on the dot at 7:35AM. But–as the Pandarians say, “Discipline.” Oh, I got me some of that! I can get my tail to work and RL activites.
But here are first impressions of our new land:
1. I’m glad I didn’t play the Beta.
2. I will feel “left behind” as friends and guildmates level up quickly today
3. I cannot wait to see a Draenei do a barrel roll with hooves.
PS Checklists rule!
|*I have no idea why I used this image for this post: I find it terrifying and alluring. Maybe just like gossip.|
Can we talk? I need some honest answers about gossip in Azeroth. Recently I was chatting with a Real ID friend, and the stream of blue was both reassuring and safe. Well, damn if the next thing I knew I said something kind of sassy, and it wasn’t my original Real ID thread but another one from a Battletag! As fast as I could type MT, I did it again! I have grown too accustomed to seeing blue for Real IDs, pinks for other whispers, and so on. I try not to gossip or talk smack about anyone, but sometimes a girl’s just gotta vent! What I was saying could have been so embarrassing if anyone ever heard me. I’m sure there’s been plenty of MTs along the way, and I can only imagine what goes on on RP servers…but with my growing list of wonderful friends and large guild population, and the widening circle from cross-realm play, I can see how I could put my big foot in my dimuniutive mouth. The thing is, some friends know more about me than others, and I am feeling more and more exposed all the time. How do you juggle your Azerothian friendships?
Boca Grande Belf
Dear Boca Belf:
Whew, girl, I totally get it! The layers of conversation in Azeroth that can occur are fascinating! It’s like playing three-dimensional chess! You got one conversation going on in Vent or Mumble, another one from a cross-realm buddy, one from a guildmate, one going on in guildchat, and then others you just want hidden from prying eyes. Many players even have family members or spouses looking over their shoulders, seeing what’s being said or not said. That’ll really cramp your style in Moonguard, let me tell you! *cough* I think of it like walking around with a cartoon thought bubble all the time, that only certain people can read. The word you used is spot-on: exposed.
Rule of thumb: don’t ever type anything in a chat thread you wouldn’t want said out loud. Now, that is far easier said than done. Gossip does have its place–without any gossip at all, no one would really know anything. The nuances and human interactions would lose all flavor, and you might as well spend your time with a good book, or talking to your cat. The other day a group of co-workers were discussing the habits of another, and since he was not there to defend himself I felt I had to. Sometimes gossip is just that: mean spirited yakking. Heck, that even gives yaks a bad name. Never known a yak to write something on the bathroom wall.
Bottom line: none of us are perfect. If you do need to rant and rave about something, or tattle, or gossip, or talk trash, whatever–understand who the audience is, and for God’s sake, make sure you read your reply to first. But most of all, make sure you understand what your motivation is–what do you want? Are you trying to change behavior? Justify something for yourself? Or just be a beeeotch? No matter what anyone says, humans all need some level of drama, even it’s a tiny grit or dirt. Otherwise we’d all be playing checkers with our cats. (At least until the cat started winning.)
Shutting up now,
Oh, this is going to be awesome!
Invisible! Now you see me, now you don’t (Manalicious)
Oh, and Vidyala at Manalicious also put out the Mage’s Wardrobe for Pandaria list
Whispering Grass (oh my –what the hell is this?!)
Dave Edmunds/Girls Talk
Marvin Gaye/Heard It Through the Grapevine
This is not intended for any other purpose other than to show my mage friend a glimpse of post-Garrosh Theramore. The friend in the clip is another good mage friend of mine, Krashfire, seen as he tries to console me.
This is raw footage only.
What you don’t see is an Orc mage who tries to taunt Ceniza and Krashfire. Ceniza, in her grief over the loss of Lt. Aden, spits on the Orc, and then laughs in his face.
There is an old wives’ tale that when it rains while the sun is shining the devil is beating his wife.
Doesn’t seem very superstitious at the moment.
And Senor: We found your cat.
I am not trying to be a jerk. I am not trying to misuse customer service. I am just reporting a problem.
Here and there are players reporting on the problems that cross-realm nonsense is causing. It is a disaster, worse than a mana bomb, worse than poor lore delivery, worse than a bad mog. This is the issue of both cross-realm crap and losing Have Group Will Travel.
Thanks, Blizz. Thanks a hell of a lot.
Tried to do something with my cub. Nope. Not gonna happen. Tried to do something with JD. Nada. DENIED ACCESS.
Told my woes to Cross Dressing Rogue, who used to dabble in game design and is still heavily involved in UX design. His advice? If the issue is ruining game play experience, it’s a bug.
Simple as that.
So, my fellow Azerothians, I am putting out the call to arms: if you experience any dimenishment in play enjoyment because of the cross realm crap (or CRAP, which stands for Cross-Realm Annoyed Populace) or the loss of social interaction because of the loss of Have Group Will Travel, please report it as a bug to your local chapter of This Is Pissing Me Off. JD and I legitimately did get error messages, and that, my dear friends, equates BUGGERY.
Time to squash some bugs.