I had planned to write about GamerGate before. Many times, in fact. But every time I start putting the figurative pen to the paper, I get tired and depressed. This isn't fun anymore. It's just a downward spiral of hate as each side races to exceed the lowest common denominator in search of some twisted form of justice. What's the fucking point of it all?
Oh, that's right, ethics in games journalism. I mean, God forbid a game get scored a 9 when it really only deserved a 5. Stop the fucking presses, nuke the games journos from orbit, this is a travesty that can't be tolerated! Really? Really?! What sane person even fucking cares this much? Am I the only person on the planet who doesn't act like a fucking number next to a game on a website is the end all be all of everything in the world? I mean, we live in a world where we can demo or try out just about every game in existence, and when we don't have time to try out every game, we all have friends and social circles we can ask and get recommendations from. I mean, why does anyone give that much of a fuck what TotalBiscuit or Greg Miller or Ben Kuchera thinks? Do their opinions matter so much that we need some sort of fucking ethical bill of rights to make sure they're not biased or something?
Let's be real though, even if you DO care that much for some reason, the reality is that the system has been tainted since the days of Nintendo Power. Figures that everyone decided to get all butthurt about it this one particular time, even though--oh wait, NOTHING HAPPENED. There were some bullshit allegations cause some douchebag ex-boyfriend wrote a tell-all blog filled with nonsense for all we know, and even when people looked into it there was no proof of anything inappropriate, but fuck the facts, Zoe Quinn has to put on trial for journalistic... something. Yes, Zoe Quinn, not the Kotaku writer she was allegedly involved with because no one remembers his name.