There was a time that when being a “gamer” had negative connotations– especially in the 1980s and even the early 1990s.
Video games were for kids or for nerds/geeks back then, based on reactions I got in high school and beyond. Classmates thought less of me because I played video games instead of sports. My mom wasn’t at all a fan of my video gaming hobby and constantly pleaded with me to spend my time differently. I had few friends in high school because I refused to compromise; if you didn’t like my video game hobby, you didn’t like me. I never took it personally, and I did eventually find a small group of like-minded people to hang out with.
Then came a time when being a “gamer” was kind of a cool thing.
It may seem like forever ago today, but honestly, it was as recent as the sixth generation of consoles that being a “gamer” was in. The industry referred to us as “gamers”. The gaming press did, too. So did the mainstream media, as video gaming continued to ascend to popularity in pop culture. I thought it was a great time to be a gamer. I proudly wore the gamer badge and spread the word that video games were awesome.
Now, being a “gamer” is a bad thing once again.
What’s interesting is that the movement to restore negative connotation to being a “gamer” comes from within the very media that covers video games to begin with. These were the people who used to be okay with the classification, mind you. These people called people like me “gamers”, and it was a positive. We were a group. A community. I championed the idea. I helped to spread the word. Heck, the positive attitude and enthusiasm that came from gaming press is what motivated me to want to start writing in the first place.
Unfortunately, thanks to the actions of a vocal few– out of millions of people– “gamers” are bad people. As bad as racists, according to at least one person. A vitriolic piece on Gamastura proudly declares that “‘Gamers are over'”. A similar, though somewhat less angry piece on Kotaku offers a similar view. The war between gaming press and its readership has reached a flashpoint, pushed to that end by what are admittedly some despicable actions by some people in recent days and weeks towards several independent developers and certain members of the gaming press.
Some never equals all, but, like parents who get frustrated when none of their children admit to breaking that hypothetical lamp, we are all punished for the actions of someone else. We can’t– we shouldn’t– allow ourselves to be classified as “gamers”. It doesn’t matter what other designation we decide on, or even if we decide not to have a designation at all, but “gamer” doesn’t fly anymore in the eyes of the industry that just told us within the past decade that it was acceptable.
What those who are engaging in this war fail to realize is that not everyone wants to pick a side. Some just want to play their video games, to read about the video games that they’re wanting to buy and play, to be excited for video games as many have been for years. There’s now active judgment going on of these people. If they’re not voicing an opinion, not on someone’s side… then they’re obviously against and become enemies in a war that they don’t even know about.
I know that I don’t want to be a part of this war. Video games have always been an escape for me from the crap that goes on away from the controller. I don’t want to be pushed into topics that make me uncomfortable, or force me to take a controversial stance, or detract from the enjoyment that video games have provided me over the years. If that’s the way video games are going… if it’s because video games are art, or they’re growing up, or some other argument other than having fun… then it’s proof-positive that getting out of the modern video game scene is the best thing that I could ever do for myself.
I don’t subscribe to the Gamers Are Bad People school of generalization. If the gaming media wants to think it, and if people want to agree with them, that’s their right. I’ll continue to be the same person who plays video games, regardless of his age or of what people may think. I’ll still write stuff about actual video games now and again (instead of stuff like this). I’ll still tool around in my gaming-related t-shirts and play video game music in my car. I’ll still promote the work of content creators who actually talk about the video games themselves… those who demonstrate enthusiasm and a generally positive attitude. This badge isn’t coming off just because alleged thought leaders who represent my hobby tell me that it should.
I guess it’s more disappointing to be ostracized by my peers, by those who are generally considered to enjoy video games, for considering myself a “gamer” than it was to be ostracized by fellow classmates and other people when I was younger for being the same way that I am now.
Deleting the Twitter account for Retro Unscripted this morning was one of the most difficult things that I’ve done in a long time.
I went into the project excited; I thought that I had a pretty decent idea for a web series, and I thought that it would put me kind of on the same page as the other YouTube and video personalities that I admire so much. I had a fair amount of material to talk about and even tried to expand the content to other video types, to change things up. Response was pretty positive and I felt like I was on the road to doing something special. Honestly, I had big plans. I wanted to create business cards. I wanted to build Retro Unscripted into a brand name, while becoming a personality in my own right. I had aspirations of becoming part of a network, attending conventions, being part of panels, and following in the footsteps of others. I really thought that I had reinvented myself… found my niche.
Reality began to set in after I returned from my trip to FunSpot in early June. I injured my right arm and shoulder and it became difficult to near-impossible to perform even routine daily tasks. Showering and shaving was an adventure, playing games was not fun for the first time ever, and even sitting in front of the laptop too long resulted in serious pain. Shooting videos was something that had gone from weekly to only when I felt like I could manage the pain.
Then came the heat of the summer, which also severely limited my shooting schedule. Living in an upstairs apartment, with heat and humidity rising, my jet-loud air conditioning units prevented me from filming without sounding like I was at an airport. Turning off the air conditioner meant that I instantly broke out into pools of sweat on camera, which honestly wasn’t a good look. There was no happy medium.
Lack of decent equipment, issues with lighting and sound, and other technical factors also played a role in diminished filming. I had to shoot at just the right time of the day to get the best light, and it became difficult to find just the right spot for my microphone– so as not to get feedback from my laptop while also not getting too far away from my voice to pick it up properly. I ran out of solutions to many of these issues after awhile.
Finally, the summer months have been cruel to me offline this year. I’ve been battling fatigue and severe allergies, my dog has required multiple trips to the vet and the animal hospital emergency room (which drained nearly all of my finances), and I’ve been having serious struggles with anxiety and depression. I got hit hard by Internet trolls earlier this month, too (which I wrote about in a recent blog post), and that really affected my state of mind. I had to ask myself after that if what I do online is really worth the time I spend. I do believe that it is, but I’ve been so weighted down by everything else going on around me that it only took one additional thing to disrupt that delicate balance that I’d somehow been maintaining.
So… after lots of consideration and after leaving the project abandoned for several weeks, I finally decided to end it. There were simply too many obstacles for me to overcome, and walking away gives me the opportunity to recharge my creative batteries for awhile and decide what– if anything– I might do next.
What is certain is that I’m continuing in my role as a contributing writer for Retroware; with pieces due every other week, I have flexibility that allows for personal obstacles and challenges to be cleared and still put together content that I’m proud to submit. I’m extremely grateful and proud to be part of the Retroware team, and they’ve been amazing in understanding when life has jumped in the way of my productivity. As long as a few people keep reading my work there, I’m hoping that they’ll keep me around. Honestly, being part of the Retroware family has really given me purpose and made me feel like I’m part of something special. That means the world to me.
Aside from that, I can say that I still plan on writing things here when I can. I can’t make any promises as to how much I’ll be writing– or what it is that I’ll be writing about– but I know that this blog is where I always turn when there are things to share that 140 characters on Twitter just won’t cut it. Maybe I’ll even do a video or two when the weather cools down and I can capture just the right light and find the best sound option. I certainly have plenty to write about, but it’s a matter of getting the time and focus to sit here and translate thoughts to words via this keyboard. I’m still active on social media, too, though I think I may be a bit too active at times and am working on trying to find just the right amount of activity without making too much noise. (Perhaps that should be my cue to post more here and Tweet less.)
If you managed to read this far, I’m extremely appreciative and grateful. Pouring out your personal woes is pretty risky and it’s a rather trite thing to do, but making this decision about Retro Unscripted made me feel like I needed to write this and share a bit of what’s going on. I’m hoping that, by being able to express what I’ve been going through instead of locking it internally as I’ve done, I can start turning things around and getting back to being the video game-loving person you all know me as.
So, you’re turning 25 years old today, SEGA Genesis. In honor of this special occasion, I have a few memories to share. I hope you won’t mind.
See, back in 1989, I was not a console video game player. I was playing games on my Commodore 64 computer, which was three years old at that point. I had amassed a decent library of games for it; most were coin-op conversions while others were arcade-style experiences. A console wasn’t really in the cards for me at the time; I was the oldest of three in a single-parent household and we were just getting by. I was lucky to even have the computer; my paternal grandmother had given it to me as a gift “for school”… and I kind of take advantage in a different way. My C64 was a gaming machine, with the occasional BASIC programming experiment just because.
Truthfully, I did long for a console back in 1989… but it wasn’t you, Genesis. It was the Nintendo Entertainment System. Lots of friends had one at the time, and I so desperately wanted to be a part of that club. Nintendo was everywhere… and you… well… you weren’t. Not yet. You remember the SEGA console that came before you. The Master System wasn’t exactly on a lot of wishlists back then, while Nintendo had run away with console gaming for the time being.
I did read about you, though, in 1989 and 1990. My younger brother and I got video game magazines whenever we could. He was a GamePro subscriber, and I sometimes would dabble in a copy in Video Games & Computer Entertainment or Electronic Gaming Monthly. I have to admit, the graphics that you displayed at the time were mighty impressive. 16-bit gaming was a future thing that wasn’t too far away, and seeing Altered Beast playing at home much like the coin-op did get this arcade rat’s attention.
In 1991, I bypassed you for a Super Nintendo Entertainment System. I know that smarts. You were arch enemies! You have to understand, though, that I was a Nintendo player at the time. I’d received an NES for Christmas in 1990 and was a firm believer that Nintendo was somehow better. I split my time between the NES and SNES for a few months. The games that I played were generally good or better, though the sports games that I loved so much on the NES felt like they were lacking on the SNES…
This leads me to later in 1992. I visited a recently-opened independent game store in Auburn, MA one afternoon, after seeing the sign in my travels home from work a few days before. I walked in and began browsing the NES and SNES games when I heard what sounded like a football game being played on television.
“Who’s playing?” I asked the owner of the store.
“The Genesis. It’s Sports Talk Football ’93. Wanna see?”
I saw. I listened. I marveled. I was blown away.
Sports games, at least the ones that I had played up to this point, didn’t have running commentary like this. It was pretty darned close to television. The graphics were pretty good, too; the camera would zoom in on the ball carrier during play and cutscenes between plays made the game feel more like a game telecast. This wasn’t Tecmo Super Bowl, in terms of accessibility and gameplay, but this was unlike anything I had seen before.
You and I became partners that day, Genesis. I took you home, along with Sports Talk Football ’93, NHL Hockey, Sonic the Hedgehog, and Streets of Rage. From then on, you became my go-to machine for sports games. My fondest memories from our time together include the hours I spent working my way through NBA Jam on that snowy day in 1993 (I walked to the mall in a snowstorm to buy it, remember?), along with intense NHL ’94 games and racing combat action from Road Rash II and Skitchin’.
You helped get me through some tough times when I get laid off from AT&T in 1994. After long days of pounding the pavement looking for new jobs, or when I felt down after losing my girlfriend of two years, you were there– along with your mortal SNES enemy– to cheer me up. Both of you provided an escape, comfort, and a bit of fun for me when I so desperately needed it as my life was changing so drastically from what it had been just months earlier. I’ll never forget that.
We parted ways in 1995, remember? Yeah… I was pretty excited for the PlayStation. I needed some extra money since the new console was expensive and my weekly wages weren’t that great at the time. I had a feeling that I’d regret trading you away after almost three years… but you helped me again when I was in a tough spot. You helped me get that flashy new CD console that I really wanted. I was happy then, and I’m grateful– and a bit regretful– now. In retrospect, I wish I’d had the money to keep you instead… but I can’t change the past.
Or can I?
That’s right. You’ve been back in my library since 2012. I searched local game stores looking for you for my 40th birthday, and was extremely excited when we met again. We’ve been able to relive many memories together since then: long NBA Jam sessions, close NHL ’94 matches (even on SEGA CD!), butt-kicking with Streets of Rage 2, and lightspeed adventures with Sonic the Hedgehog. Perhaps the best part of our reunification has been getting to experience a bunch of other games that I missed out on originally. After so many years, I finally got to play Arnold Palmer’s Tournament Golf and Tommy Lasorda Baseball, among many others. I’m happy that I’ve managed to increase your library to nearly 100 games so far. That’s more games than I ever owned when we were first a team in the mid-90s.
So today, on your 25th birthday, I salute you with truly special personal memories. Expressing my appreciation for the hours of entertainment and years of memories you’ve given to me is the most sincere gift I can offer… and we’ll be spending a lot more time together as the coming weeks, months, and years go by. You can count on it.
So there were some pretty serious layoffs at GameSpot this week. There are two members of the site’s editorial (written content) staff left. The rest– several of whom had 5+ years of experience there– were terminated.
This should be a wake-up call for those thinking about pursuing a career in gaming press. It’s not necessarily a call to stop dreaming and stop trying, but it is a call to be very aware of how difficult a field that it is to get into for those looking to do it as a career.
GameSpot’s layoffs are the most recent in a string of job losses. GameTrailers, Polygon, and Destructoid went through them in the past few months, and IGN is no stranger to saying goodbye to staff. Paid positions are dwindling, and there’s a far larger base of experienced people looking for jobs than there are jobs available. Video content is exceeding written content, in terms of demand from the audience, and it’s become routine to jump on YouTube or to read a message board than it is to visit a website. Furthermore, the use of ad-blocking programs tends to affect the amount of revenue coming in to these bigger websites, which leads to less money being available to pay staff.
When I first started “chasing the dream” back in 2001, ad revenue was higher. Websites were expanding to accommodate audiences, and there wasn’t a sense of saturation in terms of content. It really was a window of opportunity for a lot of people. If you were a talented writer, someone was going to eventually give you a shot… even if it was after paying some dues initially on smaller websites. For a short amount of time (2004-05), I actually did have a paying gig. It wasn’t a ton of money, but just getting paid to write about video games was a dream come true. Was I the next big thing? No… but I had made a name for myself and, had it not been for my personal life getting in the way of my writing (separation and divorce are tough to work through), I don’t know how far I might have gone.
It’s a much different scene today. Video content is king. If you don’t have a webcam, basic editing experience, and solid social media reach… you’re already lacking as a candidate. You can be an amazing writer and have a tremendous way with words, but there’s just not that much demand. What demand there is left for writing talent is satisfied by the growing pool of displaced, more experienced writers out there. Work experience, in most cases, trumps talent. Readers know their names, editors are aware of their work histories and oftentimes have worked with them before, and it’s a mutually beneficial relationship.
It’s a long shot to make any kind of living this way. That doesn’t mean that freelancing is out of the question, as I believe that websites will continue to secure independent contractors (no weekly wages or benefits) to provide content as needed. It does mean that the idea of getting up, going to the office or getting on your computer to start writing 5 days a week, and getting paid on a regular basis by a gaming website is more fantasy than reality. Many are talented, some will try to take that next step, and a very small number of these candidates will succeed.
Warning against making a living at writing about games or as part of the gaming press doesn’t mean that I don’t encourage talented writers to keep at it. If it’s a passion that you have, run with it. There are many websites out there that can use writing help, or you can create your own website or blog to share your work on with others. That’s what I do now, and I’ve never been happier. I write a piece every couple of weeks, and I’m part of a website that is happy to publish my work. If I have the time and motivation to write more, that’s what this blog is for. I still get to be part of an amazing team of talent and have my work read by a significant number of people. i have no doubt that, if you’ve got the skills and the drive, you can find a similar situation.
If you do decide to chase the dream, as others have and will continue to do, I wish you all the best. In fact, I’d love for you to prove me wrong. I think that many people reach a time in their lives where they decide to go for broke and see what happens, whether it’s for a writing career, a singing career, a personal business, or other career paths… and maybe that is you right now. Just think about what I’ve said here, and what quite a few writers have already found out recently: Gaming press is a tough, competitive business, with a higher rate of displacement than placement. Swinging for the fences will often result in an out– even if it’s a fly ball that gets to the warning track– so have a backup plan ready if/when it happens.
I enjoy writing.
I’ve done it for a good number of years now. It’s the method of communication that I’m most comfortable with… and, honestly, it’s the way that I express myself the best. When I speak, I sometimes stammer or let loose with a flurry of “ummm”s and “ahhhh”s. If you watched any of my Retro Unscripted videos, you probably noticed that. When I write, though, that all goes away. I let the words flow from my brain to my hands, where I hunt and peck at a keyboard to type the series of words that come to mind.
I also enjoy leaving comments on various content across the Internet. These aren’t just one-sentence rapid reactions; they’re usually multi-paragraph comments that probably often run a bit longer than most people want to read. Brevity is not my strong suit. I’m also usually not the kind of person to comment on another’s work negatively. If I’m compelled to leave a comment on something, it’s because that content affected me in a good way. I often leave positive comments on work done by friends and Retroware colleagues; it’s one way that I show my support for the hard work necessary to create that video or to write that piece. I will occasionally leave constructive criticism if I deem it appropriate, but Internet comments are often a minefield of toxicity and anger… so I instead choose to be supportive.
Unfortunately, people don’t like positive comments on the Internet very much. For example, after leaving a positive comment for the latest episode of The Video Game Years on YouTube recently, I was greeted by this response:
I deleted my original comment after reading this.
It’s not the first time that I’ve dealt with venomous reaction. I’ve tried to ignore it in the past, and I have similarly deleted my comments in the past that received such a harsh reaction to try and head off more inappropriateness. Even on Retroware, the site that I so happily submit articles to and that has made me happy to be writing again, I’ve been forced to severely cut down my comment activity out of defensiveness. It’s sad, because I enjoyed leaving comments for the content creators and thought that the comments would be received as supportive or a small token of appreciation for their hard work, but I didn’t wish to continually make myself a target.
If I was a community manager, or if I was doing this kind of thing for a living, I’d probably swallow my disappointment and keep at it. I’m not, however; so being positive or supportive and getting blasted in the process has lost its worth. Why subject myself to the same kind of attacks? I don’t have any valid reasons. This isn’t a virtual schoolyard where I should feel as though I have to defend myself… and for what? Being nice? Being complimentary? I’m better served leaving a thumbs up, or a “like”, or a +1, than I am to keep putting myself out there to get this kind of reaction.
I’ve posited for awhile now that Internet comments, as they are now, are overdue for retirement. If people really want their voices heard, make them earn it by writing e-mails or blog posts of substance and clarity, which can be picked up and shared by the content creators that they’re aimed for. These used to be called “Letters to the Editor” a long time ago. Content creators– or a person hired or designated by said content creator– can read the reactions they get and determine which ones deserve attention versus being deleted. If the comment writer doesn’t like that he/she isn’t getting the attention that’s desired, let them take to WordPress, Tumblr, or any other free blogging site and post the discarded reaction for all to see.
Of course, the onus then falls on the content creator to judge reactions fairly and share both the bad and good… within reason. Reposting only positive comments isn’t necessarily representative of how readers or viewers feel about the creator’s work. If criticism is civil and respectful, it should garner as much consideration for sharing as gushing plaudits do. It’s basically Moderation 101, but this process occurs before anything goes live for viewers to see. What’s more, citing that an e-mail or blog post be submitted in response places some potential responsibility on the person who is reacting to at least put a little effort into his or her response. If they do, read it. If they don’t, discard it without a second thought.
Of course, this is most likely an unrealistic solution as it requires extra effort to accomplish while also potentially upsetting readers or viewers who are accustomed to leaving comments at will. Removing that level of engagement is a risk that I’m guessing very few people would want to take. Until something changes, though, I’m at the point where I have to make my own adjustments to protect myself from reactions like these. I will do my best to maintain some level of support for content that appeals to me, mostly by sharing it without comment on social networks or writing about it here, but I’m done with commentoxicity.