So, I think that I've come to some kind of conclusion about how I feel about the presentation of Lara Croft's vulnerability in the new Tomb Raider. Some of it works. Some of it is unsettling.
With Great Vulnerability, Comes Great Brutality: The Evisceration of Lara Croft
Kind of surprised at myself for not having written anything about Little Inferno, but then again, I may have said my peace on it in this week's podcast:
The Moving Pixels Podcast Has The Fireplace that Burns at 100 Billion Degrees
My daughter's reaction to the revision of Lara Croft (well, at least in part):
Assuming you can stand it, a bit more of me whining about the soullessness of Dishonored:
Moving Pixels Podcast: A Heart, Sure, But a Soul for Dishonored?
Perhaps, someone on ye olde internet has noticed that I renamed my blog. This article is kind of why. I think that, perhaps, 8-bit confessional might get at some kind of central core of what I write about video games, which concerns something like nostalgia, ethics, and storytelling -- all elements of the confessional.
That being said, I feel like this particular column won't be generating any particular buzz. I think it may lack too much context to fully communicate what I want to say here. It might be too personal. But then again, I never know about these things and why some take off and some don't.
The article has a good title, though.
The kid in the center of the picture really does remind me of me.
This post is a follow up to something that Mark Filipowich wrote about gender in gaming (a link to which you can find in the longer article). Basically, one of his comments regarding how video games are "not just for teenage boys just got me thinking of the history of the arcade and it as a space that actually more or less was "just for boys" and what that means to the development of video gaming culture.
A Space for the Boys: Considering the Gendered Quality of Arcade Culture
