I came across this quote while (or, as popularized by the internets, whilst) browsing Kotaku, which has a writer named Scott Alexander from Playboy magazine describing the old E3. As reluctant as I am to admit this, seeing how I've always viewed E3 (good or not) as somewhat of a mecca of videogaming culture that was somehow bolstered and made special by its two parts zeal and five parts excess, he's seriously fucking dead-on.
The old E3 was all the worst parts of nerd culture mashed up with all the worst parts of frat culture. When these two natural enemies join forces it can only presage the eldritch touch of Satan. Imagine a giant steaming helping of brain-dead rah-rah awesome bro 'tude combined with sweaty, hygenically challenged man-children futilely chasing their ever-receding childhoods.
Ouch. Truth hits everybody.
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