All I read was

This isn't even a critique... This is the writer shoving fancy metaphors and analogies at the readers and losing whatever argument she has in doing so. Stop trying to sound poetic when you're analyzing a game. It's really awful to try and read through.

So just "get with the times" and get a cushy job at Microsoft. Just get rich already. Just live in a better town already. Just do it. GO!

I guess I am frustrated with what Kotaku is turning into. I find it slowly morphing into a series of long form essays about our (really their) feelings. I never came to Kotaku for the cultural criticism, I came for the editorial humor and the game reporting. Years ago they were often on the forefront of the latest…

Confessional narrative of pathology.

Ehh... what the hell is this emo stuff about? I came here to read about games. Not crying women.

No one can play basketball without ever fouling without the help of the refs. Take off those rose colored glasses and remove your lips from Lebron's ass.

No. He's been called for two fowls in the last 5 hours he's spent on the court.