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| Horrendous stock photo courtesy of Metro Creative Connection - I'm so, so sorry |
By Elisa Meléndez
Slate.com
I am a gamer and a geek. I'm at the computer writing this in a Star Trek T-shirt, in celebration of the recent Mars Curiosity rover landing. I've been a gamer for as long as I can remember, having had a Nintendo Power magazine thrust into my hands as soon as I could sound out the words on the page in order to be my older brother's co-pilot.
Slate.com
I am a gamer and a geek. I'm at the computer writing this in a Star Trek T-shirt, in celebration of the recent Mars Curiosity rover landing. I've been a gamer for as long as I can remember, having had a Nintendo Power magazine thrust into my hands as soon as I could sound out the words on the page in order to be my older brother's co-pilot.
Since then, I have developed a fierce love of games. I have a tattoo of
a Trivial Pursuit pie on my right hip. My haircut resembles one of my
favorite characters, Lilith, from Borderlands. You can't tell me
Revolution X wasn't amazing. You just can't.
This may sound like I'm trying to validate my geek cred. I shouldn't
have to prove anything, you're right, but there are those determined to
limit my rise in the gaming world. Though 47 percent of all gamers are
women and though many of us are equal in our skills and drive to the
men, we are often not welcome. The gamers who still aren't ready for us
resort to online harassment to belittle, silence and drive us away from
their precious boys' club.
