No matter where you venture on the Internet – whether you stick primarily to social networking mediums, games forums, or perhaps dedicated games communities such as Steam – there is a neverending debate about girl gamers. I’ve read so many different topics and conversations about it, that I’m actually exhausted. In fact, it’s more exhausting than all the other stereotypical girl drama you probably assume I’m going through right now (which from some troll’s comments could be anything from washing my hair to painting my nails – for those who care I’m currently sporting ‘Beach Bum Blue’ because I miss the Summer).
“Just let me finish this” is what I would usually chime when I’m finally being notified to the real world. It’s hard to pull away – and the thing I’m trying to finish could be anything from a full level, to a quick side mission or running to a save point. Then game off, console off and outside to the real world.
So how did I get here? How did I forget what the time was, or that dinner was cooked and now cold, 20 minutes ago? How did I miss my phone ringing, or a text alert, or someone sending me a WhatsApp? Even more concerning – why do I like this happening? Why do I know that when I say it, I actually want to delay leaving… I’ll happily say it 10 minutes later?
We’re all well aware of the cinematic dumpster bin that is generally the case at multiplexes throughout the months of January and February. In this post-awards season time period we come to expect less-than-spectacular trips to the movies. I generally just hope for some good laughs and mindless fun. This was my mindset heading into Identity Thief, but unfortunately, it couldn’t even meet those very low expectations.