Lots of other folks have been saying this but I figured I’d add some visuals. This one’s in honor of all the aromantic non-ace-spectrum folks.
(Image 1: A circle labeled “asexual spectrum,” containing a smaller circle labeled “aromanticism.” The image is captioned “No.”
Image 2: A circle labeled “asexual spectrum,” overlapping with a different circle, labeled “aromantic spectrum.” The area of overlap is labeled “aro aces.” The image is captioned “Yes.”)
I can’t fucking imagine what a game of Cards Against Humanity must be like when played by a group of straight cis able-bodied white gentiles.
It’s honestly as much about which cards are played as who is playing them. There’s nothing particularly interesting or funny about being offensive… if I wanted to listen to straight people make homophobic jokes, I’d just turn on the TV. Every group I’ve ever played CaH with has been very diverse and the humor from offensive combinations has been rooted in the irony of who is choosing to play them and when. A game without that self-aware irony and the trusting tugging of social tensions sounds… incredibly boring…
It’s supposed to be offensive. If you’re going to be offended don’t play it then.
I’m not sure how to explain more clearly that both humor and offensiveness are situational and subjective. It’s supposed to be funny and to rely upon the interpersonal chemistry of the players. No joke is objectively funny – humor is a complex psychological manipulation of expectation and emotion. It’s a social game featuring low-risk deviancy, but if you’re not reading the room or failing to consider the context of who is playing, you’re probably not scoring well. A joke that might be funny when made by your biracial roommate will not be funny when made by your Klansman Uncle Jim, who should probably not be alive.
[Image is a reply by shpigster, which is not actually worth transcribing, and is anyways nearly identical, if more wordy, to deviant-tm420′s reblog.]
My entire enjoyment of the game was playing online with – angel-gidget? – maybe? and being as asexual and Christian as possible. Watching the other players try to figure out how to get points off me was hilarious. Trying to get points from the other players without playing anything inappropriate was an entertaining challenge. It wasn’t about ruining their game, just challenging the format.
(Over the weekend I – might – um – I might have gotten sucked into a research spiral where I wanted to update everything because none of my programs worked quite right and every fix broke something else and now I can’t type in IPA at all. I’m working on it! Anyways, I got distracted and forgot to upload Glyph Friends. But I have so many more Glyph Friends!)
CosmosQueen, you’ve been here for so long, liking posts and making me smile. I love seeing your icon and name.
Glyph Says:
(UPPERCASE means that the glyph stands for a word, not a syllable. Click on symbols you don’t recognize to hear them pronounced.)
this is the best thing you’ve ever sent me and actually the best thing i have EVER received and i am so unbelievably sad that this isn’t an actual video
“no”
“No,”
“Tim no”
“nO”
“NO”
“No!”
“No, Timothy!”
“No”
“Nice try. No.”
“No! No! And no!”
“Timothy Jackson, I said no–”
“no.”
“No”
“nO”
“how many times do I have to say no–”
“NO”
“NO!”
“NO!!!!”
“NO”
the ending is a tense silence and Tim has the camera on Bruce, who is looking at him. His eyes are steely, otherworldly, promising swift parental retribution
“Go ahead,” he murmurs, voice dangerously soothing, “go ahead and do it. See what happens”
I feel like everyone worships avocado and I’m struggling because it just tastes like compressed wet grass lump but nobody will listen and I’m all alone in this world
You know those movies about those little nerd boys who get with really hot girls, and those girls eventually learn to settle for a little nerd boy because he’s kinda nice sometimes? Propaganda.
You know those movies and shows where the little nerd girl has to change absolutely every aspect that makes her, her, starting by her appearance, so she can get the really hot boy, while when it’s the other way around the girl just settles with the nerd boy? Propaganda.
So I fit a lot of the stereotypes of the hot manic pixie dream girl. As a teen/young adult, I had the figure. The quirky behaviour. The tendency to cheer guys on and help them reach their goals.
(I once got to go the a national tournament after I spent an entire morning sitting with a guy who’d completely given up on his robotics project. I had a few ideas, but mostly I just radiated support and positivity. He ended up winning provincial, so off we went!)
I ended up with a total nerd.
Those movies are complete crap.
MY nerd? He spent two years patiently helping me through my rejection issues. (And the rest of our lives – patiently helping me through my rejection issues.) He’s an anchor when the manic shifts to depressed and I get lost. He uses up most of his sick days to stay home for my panic attacks, staring at the ceiling not feeling alive, or getting sick because I’m so stressed.
Getting the hot girl takes work. Your manic pixie dream girl has her own issues.
We need more movies where stereotypical nerds happen to have all the traits that the stereotypical attractive kids desperately need. Where you discover that they both need each-other.
kiragecko 