Oh, isn’t it ironic?

Source: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&docid=GMVuMVRZoPaDWM&tbnid=nrKFAEYzyFKU0M:&ved=0CAQQjB0&url=http%3A%2F%2Fkweligee.wordpress.com%2F2013%2F03%2F09%2Fthe-male-gaze-again%2F&ei=kdb4Uf2ZHOWoiQKU4oHIAQ&bvm=bv.49967636,d.cGE&psig=AFQjCNH767F3-24r7Prc-lxMK0LcjkbKYQ&ust=1375348740826801

This is what women would be if the video game industry had anything to say about. Oh, but she’d be holding a frying pan with one of her vaginas.

There is a brutal irony in this blog’s existence. I founded, and started writing it, because I was sick of the way that women are treated in games and online in general. I was inspired by the marginalization nerd ladies are forced to feel, regardless of how many of us are actually in the room. I felt all of this outrage and inspiration while I was researching and writing my thesis regarding women and video games, during which time I found that my personal observations weren’t hallucinations. The industry really just doesn’t care that it marginalizes 42% of its player-base. The 58% of video game players who are still male are worth marketing to, solely, using bare breasts and objectification.

The irony, of course, is that the majority of views on this blog are the result of a single post I made, making fun of the things which show up in tandem to this blog during a Google search. People arrive at this blog, from all over the world, with search terms such as “video game vaginas,” “video games with vaginas in them,” “vagina games.” I’m probably making a few assumptions, but these terms suggest to me that the people who end up at this blog are the ones most enjoying the objectification which so infuriates me.

Source: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&docid=djpPuj-EbRFqFM&tbnid=XFuQF3uJJZCTVM:&ved=0CAQQjB0&url=http%3A%2F%2Fbroketrustfundbaby.spreadshirt.com%2Fvagina-connoisseur-A1238076&ei=ANb4UfzaGLH9iQLZtoHACQ&bvm=bv.49967636,d.cGE&psig=AFQjCNGfvA4V_0h24luI32ISdRVj41Wp6Q&ust=1375348601794547

I found this on the internet by Googling vagina connoisseurs.

I suppose this could be a gift of sorts. Perhaps my purpose is to enlighten these poor, misguided, barely-English-speaking individuals from across the globe about feminism and equality. Perhaps I should be thankful anyone is reading my words at all. Perhaps my niche is simply one which caters to vagina connoisseurs.

P.S. – No matter how many times I see it, I cannot spell connoisseurs without spell check. Not even when it’s written directly above where I’m typing.

Why Richard Swier’s Attack on Speak is Detrimental to Society

It’s a day late, and I have very little to say on the subject which has not already been covered by this article. Happy Sexism Sunday! (On Monday).

I found Speak while I was in high school and it was one of those experiences I had in which I felt I was supremely lucky to find exactly the right book at exactly the right time to tell me exactly what I needed. Of course, now it’s on the curricula at many high schools, as it appropriately should be.

What Not to Read: Bray and Books

Parents at Laurel Nokomis Middle School in Sarasota, Florida became outraged when they learned their children were reading the child pornography book Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. Speak is about a 13-year old being raped. –Dr. Richard Swier

I made a vow to myself when I started this blog that no matter what the temptation might be, I will not stray from the purpose this blog was original set up for. I have personal blogs to discuss politics, movies, and education outside of the reading spectrum, and as such I wanted to keep Bray and Books strictly about fostering the love of reading through interviews, book reviews, and video blogs all centered around books. It’s a relatively simple task for somebody such as myself, as I am very passionate about my reading (and hope to one day invoke a passion for reading in my students once I have students). Unfortunately…

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My vacation has officially begun. I’m quite excited, even though train seats aren’t the most comfortable place to try and sleep. The southern landscape is quite interesting along the tracks and I love the vine, whatever it is, that manages to strangle all other plant life into submission so that it may softly blanket every surface until nothing is visible other than fluffy green pillows.

If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll tell you about my canoe trip. Probably not, though. It’s like Fight Club – with a lot more water and it takes place in the middle of the woods. It’s Fight Club for bears or mountain lions or Brad Pitt in that other movie he was in with all the dead people in autumn. Speaking of Brad Pitt, I’m going to try and find a place to urinate on this train. Mayhaps I’ll seek a bathroom.