I’m not really psyched for the Xbox One, but this is one of the best commercials I’ve seen in a while.
I enjoy reading the youtube comments. So many guys being pissing into the air about the female being the dominant one.
From what I got out of this, the XBOX One is showing that, with ownership of the xbox, you get power to command and control - it recognizes voice commands and faces. The boyfriend obeying her was a part of that theme - because she owns the xbox, she has control.
“I hope THIS CONSOLE FAILS!!! What a bunch of feminazi BS to appeal to women, Xbox doesn’t care about true gamers anymore, they want to appeal to the family/ casual gamers… They’re pulling a Wii, and they probably will crash and burn with this console… They’re trying to get lots of people to buy this and for the hardcore community to get them sales for their games… YOU CAN’T APPEAL TO EVERYONE!!!”
This ad is ridiculous.
It falls into the same old trap of thinking that in order to make a girl a “gamer” you have to make her hyper-masculine.
Excuse you, do you see the highlights in her hair? Her dress? Those silver shoes? Her beautiful-ass face? That is NOT the image of a hyper-masculine woman. We’d be seeing a lot more plaid and sweatpants if they were trying to make her masculine. She drinks beer, yes. She expects to be obeyed, yes. Those are not purely masculine traits.
And the comments continue to become more violent and disgusting toward the woman, and insulting toward Microsoft.
What do you think?
I think that the sheer vitriol is almost enough to make me want to buy an Xbox, just to terrify and frighten the fedora-wearing douchebro crowd.
Fortunately, the Xbox is pricy and I don’t want the Kinect watching me sleep, so it won’t happen, but still.
Delicious, delicious mantears.
Dear Gamers: If you want people to take you seriously and stop treating you like you’re all immature children, stop behaving that way.
To me Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of colour most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.
THIS IS MARRIAGE!!
Permission to be a bad ass. Nod.
He looks back at the guy like, “SEE THAT? SHE SAID YES. YOU’RE SO FUCKED.”
Like, guys. Sparta was so kick ASS sometimes when it came to women. Spartan women were given these small knives so that if their husbands came home and tried to hit them or assault them, they had a weapon within reach. That weapon was for CUTTING THEIR HUSBANDS’ FUCKING FACES so that when he went out in public everyone would know he was an asshole, abusing jerkface and they would publicly shame him.
I DID NOT KNOW THAT THAT IS GREAT
LET’S JUST TALK ABOUT SPARTAN WOMEN FOR A SECOND.
In Sparta, women could own land and were considered citizens. THAT IS A HUGE BIG FUCKING DEAL. Why? Because that was RARE AS FUCK and there are lots of places TODAY where women don’t even get that much.
Divorce was totally fine, and a woman could expect to keep her own wealth and get custody of the kids because paternal lineage wasn’t very important. And it didn’t make her a pariah! She could totally remarry, no big deal at all.
Spartan women participated in some fuckin’ badass sporting events, too. And because they were expected to be as physically fit as the Spartan menfolk (who all had to serve compulsory military duties, btw, and couldn’t marry until they finished them at thirty) they didn’t have time for lots of swishy dresses. So they wore notoriously short skirts. According to some accounts, their thighs were visible at all times. HOLY SHIT.
Also, In Sparta men only got their names on their graves if they died in battle. And women? Women only got their names on their graves if they died in childbirth. THE SPARTANS COMPARED CHILDBIRTH TO FUCKING BATTLE AND IT WAS VIEWED AS A GODDAMN BADASS AND HONORABLE WAY TO GO OUT.
FUCKING SPARTAN WOMEN. THIS DUDE HAD FUCKIN’ BETTER MAKE SURE SHE’S COOL WITH WHATEVER HE’S DOING, IF HE KNOWS WHAT’S FUCKIN’ GOOD FOR HIM.
^^ I throughly enjoyed the history lesson dashed with the colorful adjectives.
Always reblog this reference. #BecauseMythHappens
I love how half the avengers fandom is in on the mythology and the other half is just like “what”
IF ANY OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS WERE ACTUALLY “IN ON THE MYTHOLOGY,” YOU’D KNOW THAT THE CIRCUMSTANCES SURROUNDING LOKI AND SVAƉILFARI AND THE CONCEPTION AND BIRTH OF SLEIPNIR ARE TANTAMOUNT TO MOTHERFUCKING RAPE.
ALL OF YOU ARE SO GODDAMN SELF-RIGHTEOUS ABOUT THE WHOLE “RAPE JOKES AREN’T FUNNY” MENTALITY YOU SUPPOSEDLY HAVE, BUT WHEN IT COMES TO MYTHOLOGY, APPARENTLY RAPE JOKES ARE FUCKING FINE
SO EITHER MAKE THE JOKES OR DON’T, BUT KNOW THAT YOU’RE A HORRIBLE PERSON IF YOU CHOOSE THE FORMER.))
Reblogging for the fucking commentary. YES.
Reblogging because I’m a norse mythology buff and I think the commentary above is the funniest fucking thing ever. Get off your fucking pedestal, seriously. I guess no one EVER can make any joke, even if it’s not a joke, unless it’s a fucking pun. I hate rape, saying the fucking thing leaves a bad taste in my mouth and typing it is even worse. Get over yourself and stop.
BECAUSE IT’S SO MUCH FUN, JAN!
In 1967, Kathrine Switzer was the first woman to run the Boston marathon. After realizing that a woman was running, race organizer Jock Semple went after Switzer shouting, “Get the hell out of my race and give me those numbers.” However, Switzer’s boyfriend and other male runners provided a protective shield during the entire marathon.The photographs taken of the incident made world headlines, and Kathrine later won the NYC marathon with a time of 3:07:29. [Wiki]
Awesome women in history.
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way ahead of you all