Not to mention, I gaurantee that job’s exploitative as fuck. Here’s how I read it:

Nothing’s wrong with hot chicks in bikinis playing videogames.

What’s wrong is that the ad writer’s target demographic for their venture is gamers, and the ad definitely cares about bikinis but gaming experience is not as important. That’s what makes it insulting to gamers: whoever wrote this shows they consider their…

Also, that’s a really long help wanted post, to just say: “Wanted: Big boobies to bounce in front of a camera for 15 minutes every few days.”

Being a lady, streaming games and wearing a bikini top are all great things. But streaming in a bikini top because your boss wants you to attract the male gaze is... Problematic.

It’s about ethics in games journalism, man. Come on.

Depressed is probably most fitting, but doesn’t really take in how angry and annoyed I feel. I don’t watch someone play games because of what they wear or look like. Hell, one of my favorite streamers is female (*GASP*) and has made a point to never have a face cam, and I couldn’t care less about it.

Nothing.

Ladies who feel good in a bikini top and are computer-literate: You can make a hell of a lot fucking more than $30K doing it yourself, without giving this dipshit a 90% cut.

I think (for the benefit of the story, of course) that you need to do a skype interview in a bikini top and follow up.

I had a squirrel come into the garage and tap-tap-tap my on the shoe once when the nut dish was empty. They don’t so much as “make friends” as become demanding, picky little yard pets you can’t touch but feel compelled to care for.

A manager after seeing all the mess on an artist desk say this to him: “a cluttered desk shows a cluttered mind”

Speaking as an artist—I understand why artists have such unkempt workspaces. And that is because we are much more worried about getting actual work done. Unless the messiness gets to a point where it hinders work, we really cannot care less whether or not the workspace looks like the post-apocalyptic ruins of an…

My ritual was going to someplace like Toy R Us, back when the video game section was like a showroom and if you wanted to buy something you’d take the little slip for the game you wanted and pay at the register. Then the cashier would go i to the mysterious back room and bring your game box out.

Hear, hear!

Yup.

I would be SO pissed if I thought I was giving someone the miracle of life for a sweet pay out and they did the baby business equivalent of changing their mind mid shopping trip so they leave a package of chicken in the soft drink aisle.

What are you talking about? I thought NY has always had plenty of Asian tourists, rodents, and issues with the power grid. This is just streamlining things.

None that Mike knows of, and Pikachu isn't talking.

Perpetually single- emphasis on the Pet! I have the FWB I see on occasion and that is that. Otherwise, I do what I want to do, the dogs and I pretty much play professional level petris to get settled in bed and I am fine with that and nope, I don’t miss sharing my space with anyone.

Agree 100%. When we adopted our rescue dog, I told my gf that the dog was forever. She then said “Well, unless he threatens our (as yet unborn) kids.”