Maria Caliban wrote...
No, that's part of my problem. Men aren't pigs. I'm a pig. If you show me a woman in a video game, I'm going to ask if I can sleep with her. If the answer is 'yes,' I'm going to do so.
She doesn't have to be attractive. She doesn't have to be young or have a well-developed personality. She has to be female and willing to spread her legs for the PC.
This is because I like women. I like muscular, Amazon women who can bench-press cows. I like ****ty pirate women who cheat at cards. I like crazy Orlesan bards who tell me how they enjoy seducing someone before killing them and that the Maker worships them. I like antisocial swamp witches with serious emotional issues. I like ice queen, genetically perfect control freaks. I like shy, tech loving walking encyclopedias, both the blue and the masked varieties. I like self-centered princess ninjas. Humorless, holier-than-thou Jedis. Sadistic, vicious priestesses who tell me how they brutally get revenge on others.
And that' s just BioWare games. TVs, books, movies, cartoons, comics – to me, real life is like being a fat kid left in a Willy Wonka factory. There are so many desirable women in the world and I desperately want to screw them all.
THAT IS BEING A PIG.
Men don't do this. Men, to me, are like rail thin food critics who head to a restaurant and turn their nose up at every dish.
"The smoked trout in dill and scallion marinade has a slightly acidic aftertaste and therefore tastes like dog ass. I could not possibly eat this." <- This is what Maria hears/reads when a group of men discuss women.

That's so beautiful.....
And pretty much describes my action/reactions perfectly.
Modifié par makenzieshepard, 22 décembre 2010 - 05:05 .