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Saturday, March 16, 2024

Let's Play Life

hello - this post of mine i've been working on for the past few months! it's a sequel of sorts to last year's California Problem post and it's about let's plays, youtube, and internet culture. it is book-length, so i have divided it into three parts. i could not write something this ambitious without my supporters on Patreon. money is particularly tight for me right now, so if you enjoy this post and you're able to throw me some support - i would really appreciate it! if you can't support me - please share this post with your friends!

my 2000's indie music podcast Kitschfork is currently somewhat on hiatus, but i am working on an album of original songs i'm planning to release before the end of 2024 titled "Saint Elizabeth". you can check out my first released song "Terrible Town" here, and hit the "follow" button on my Bandcamp page for more updates here!

also: yes, you can read the whole post over on my Patreon for free here as well. and no, i will not answer messages on social media that complain about the orange background of this blog or my lack of capitalization in this post. you guys should have learned by now - i will not waver in my convictions.

- liz

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"...how long can a culture persist without the new? What happens if the young are no longer capable of producing surprises?"
- Mark Fisher in Capitalist Realism 
 
Part 1: The Memory Office
 

You've heard the usual sob stories recounted endlessly in increasingly public fashion. each one comes on weepier and more uncomfortable than the last. long ago you lost count of the amount of tearful testimonies you've witnessed. by now you've started to feel progressively more alarmed by how the relatively simple memories shared in these stories seem to overtake virtually anything else out there in the world in their passion and fervor.

and yet you could not know that, later in your life, these sorts of stories would be repeatedly invoked by you too as a pivotal moment in your life. or that the feelings brought up by these memories would rarely fail to make even the most hardened of grown men, steeped in the many long days and nights of their brutal everyday work grind, start welling up wistfully in solidarity. even the most grizzled among us can agree: these times, they were so significant, so consequential. they simply cannot be matched.

without even really knowing it, you yourself have spent your entire life silently training to be ready to conjure up story after story of past wistful yearning as well. maybe you won't need them, but: remember that you can drop these tearful treasured memories like a bomb on others the second anyone doubts for a single second that you are, or at least were, passionate. you could even bring them up if you ever run for public office and your authenticity is ever called into question. this path is a crucial part of you - it's your birthright. you've continually demonstrated that you’re a good, normal, media-consuming individual from birth - no one can question that. it’s important to think about that. don't let others dilute your mindset.

and yet your rapidly growing confidence somehow doesn't push away the also rapidly growing dread you feel that these stories have started sounding indistinguishable from each other in their millionth retelling. you wonder, in the back of your mind, if all the trips you've taken to the memory office inside your head haven't left your inner world increasingly stripped of any kind of imagination. sometimes you worry that you have no real distance. can you ever grow past these stories? do others want you to grow past these stories? hasn't the strange ritual of sharing them simply begun to make less sense every time you do it? isn't it all just scattered jigsaw pieces of aimless cultural waste, invoked by you in an increasingly disjointed manner? are we all just performing this elaborate, impassioned ceremony in an attempt to prove to ourselves, or to others... are these memories actually real at all?

the life of sharing these stories sends you hurtling through the endless tunnels and neural pathways of the collective consciousness. you're now on a perilous journey into the elaborate puzzle worlds of others' minds - always searching for a kind of treasure that may or may not have ever really existed. these memories are like the Green Hill Zone of life - they're Level One, full of shimmering fields of possibility... before it all really started happening. before we lost ourselves somewhere out there in the bigger, meaner, more confusing world. 

but also: somewhere out there is a new 'natural' world, one made to compensate for all the vanishing possibility and diminishing sense of mystery in the real one. and somewhere in this new natural world you can actually find a real heaven, a real floating city, a real mysterious gold palace, a real sexy neon futurescape, a real life on Mars. a real sun-soaked land with waterfalls and canyons and birds singing.

anything and everything you've dreamed of is there. and we all can experience it - we can really have it all... through media. 

CRT monitor photo of lost Sonic 2 concept art from Frank Cifaldi https://twitter.com/frankcifaldi/status/1734802109516886056

and so, in one of these many childhood memories you've ritualistically shared too many times to count now, a young version of you is over as at your best friend's house. this could be one of many friends. but, in this case, it is your friend whose family had way more money than yours. this friend's parents also didn't appear to care to watch their kids very much, for reasons you did not understand. you seem to recall that a few years later, this friend maybe moved out of town, or maybe decided you were too much of a loser to be friends with anymore. maybe you didn't really have much in common with each other to begin with. maybe you were never really friends at all?

the details are unimportant. on this evening, you both sit inhaling some cans of Sprite and half-watching cartoons that ambiently hum at a low volume in the background on a TV in your friend's family's living room. suddenly, you both make the very consequential decision to stay up all night playing some videogames. tonight it's gonna be just you and your friend (who you're pretty sure was definitely your friend), all night, alone. it's time to sit up with your faces pressed perilously close to the screen. everyone else is gone, for some reason: it doesn't matter why. that is outside the bounds of this particular story. it's time for both of you slam your fingers onto small plastic buttons in order to shuffle your little pixelated guys around in those wonderful virtual worlds.

in the midst of sharing your story, you seem to recall that this memory looked a lot like those kitschy Thomas Kinkade style tableaus of consumer childhood nostalgia done by artist Rachid Lotf. yes, these memories bring up confusing emotions that are hard to put in a particular place or give a particular name to - but these pieces seem pretty close! suddenly you've hit all of the markers of a bygone era that you haven't seen for a long time, and you're flooded with old feelings. once you learn how to channel these feelings, others will materialize to show you their love for what you've done. soon enough, they too will begin to share their own stories.

but, as it turns out, this is all really an elaborate political performance. any sense of memory displacement you experience invariably gets gobbled up and puked out by many esteemed cultural commentators out there. these guardians of the thought realm want to assure you that, regardless of how you might feel, there are powers that be who want to take all these precious moments away from you. posts like the screencaps above and below from twitter account "Wokal Distance" are there to urgently remind you any time you unearth long-dead feelings that you can't really put into words, that what you really feel is the ache of the call home. you feel Pokémon cards, and mom's spaghetti. seeing these makes you feel the late 1990's consumer culture iteration of paintings of the British countryside. but here's the problem: the powers that be don't want kids of today to experience what you experienced. they want to piss all over your memories, and the memories of future generations. and they're doing it every day, in broad daylight. they're pissing in broad daylight, and no one cares! it's actually fucked up.

and so: how to fight back? good question. the time is well upon us now to reassert that we are vigilant consumers. we must violently grapple (for there is simply no other option at this late stage) with the ongoing efforts to exterminate traditional values, whatever those may be at the current moment. we must remember to be guided by the glowing light of these precious memories. our brothers in battle may be marble statue avatar accounts on social media. or they may be failed actors who grew a sizeable online audience by antagonizing blue-haired college students on behalf of good media-consuming people like you, in an act of great self-sacrifice. maybe they're anonymous folks with avatars of characters from some Japanese anime who seem to frequently share vaguely racist images that feature somewhat incoherent elaborate taxonomies of different types of human beings that you don't really understand. maybe we're all strange bedfellows here, but that's what makes it exciting! a brand new universe has opened up to you, and a whole new lexicon of ideas is now there for you to experience and study. 

and now that you have entered into this world, it is time for you to know the true nature of your mission: you must start by extolling the dangers of modern architecture. they have corrupted the beauty of traditional Western values (represented by ornate details and columns on buildings) into the meaningless decadence of the modern world. it was good enough for past civilizations, so why isn't it good enough for us? it's the question that has haunted many generations. and you must fight to achieve a total victory here. you must do this to show your appreciation to those failed actors and obsessive anime avatar souls who sacrificed so much for you.

by now you're pretty far down the rabbit hole - way too far to ask any questions about what gothic architecture or marble statues have to do remotely with childhood memories of engaging with kitschy consumer products of the late 20th century. and the further we go down, the deeper we dive into conspiracies like "Cultural Marxism" and the idea of the Frankfurt School of the early to mid-twentieth century that are built on a foundation of antisemitism (though our culture of the moment is certainly doing everything in its power to obscure what that term even means). the world you're in has become even loopier and more fantastical - these are magical feelings you can no longer feel in your regular life anymore. your family is getting very worried. you can no longer connect to the real world: you've started to look like Robbie Coltrane in the video for the Kate Bush song "Deeper Understanding". the further down you spiral, the more it reads to anyone on the outside that you've become lost in an increasingly incoherent jumble of random grievances on the culture war bingo card linked together by violent bigotry and vibes. the more you dig in, the more you risk permanently alienating your loved ones around you. it's a sad but inevitable sacrifice you must make to live in a true and right world.

and that's invariably where the fixation with nostalgia and returning to some kind of lost past that may or may not have ever existed ends up. any given dive into childhood memories of playing videogames with your friend gets used to fuel right-wing RETVRN-style fantasies on the hyper-politicized internet of today. our memories are all just raw fuel used to send people down one kind of radicalization pipeline or another - leaving broken lives and families in its wake. there's always a Thomas Kinkade-style mind palace somewhere that should be forever fought for and upheld, and there's always a scapegoat to blame for the current rot in society. and it will always leave many more victims in its wake. even when the picture of this memory, the one manifested into a fever dreamy fantasia of consumerist signifiers, probably didn't even really happen. 

where did it all go wrong? those garishly hyper-real re-digested versions of TV or magazine ads of the time are rarely what anyone actually experienced: they're what you hoped you could have had back then. maybe that's the point of their existence to begin with, and maybe that's not so harmful in some ways. because so much culture is so ephemeral, it can be very valuable to further reflect on what's been left behind. from the 17th to 19th century, nostalgia was originally considered a medical sickness so severe that, if left untreated, could lead to death. this was particularly pronounced in the case of soldiers who experienced homesickness serving terms of duty far away from home: the only known cure was to return home. the meaning of the word "nostalgia" eventually changed in the 20th century to mean what it does today: a strong emotional experience of sentimentality. but perhaps something of these homesick afflictions still come out when we observe the victims of today's culture. images you haven't seen in a long time that might conjure up long repressed memories of what was forgotten in your life. the pace of culture moves faster than ever, and it leaves so much waste behind it. perhaps trying to resolve these feelings on a deeper level is essential to help you function and offer a clearer path forward into the future.

and also: you should know, at some level, that the real picture never feels like an ad you'd see somewhere. the real picture is always so much more complex and so context-specific. the true nature of these memories is often elusive and ambiguous. you can't really summarize it in a way that doesn't lead the to you talking about the circumstances of your life in general. and you should know that. you have to know that. right?

and yet, shockingly little of substance ever seems to worm its way out from the sharing of such anecdotes. because, in the social sphere, they're memories that can be shaped into anything you want to shape them into, and used for any sort of purposes you'd like to use them for. they could be the right-wing mass culture war campaign grievance of the hour, or they could look like the consoomer meme, or they could come from ultra-woke fanfic authors and primp Disney adults. so these memories get metabolized by mass media industries into another corny cultural cliché. any horizons beyond the blanket fortresses you created from consuming a trash heap of media inside your giant suburban castle fades into the background. all major sides are invariably fighting for slightly different variations on the same formula. the thought of joining a community not built entirely on unquestioned brand loyalty presented in slightly varying flavors never even enters the picture. it's about stamping your ticket into a theme park of increasingly nonsensical cultural sludge. and it's all reinforced by the culture of the internet, where we can celebrate as some kind of victory for the masses. it's epic bacon all the way down, folks. we all win, even when we're losing!

Friday, July 24, 2020

Getting High Off Your Own Supply

hello, friends. today is my 33rd birthday. coincidentally, i have also just finished this big post about the 2010's. plz enjoy. and support me on patreon if you like (and read this post on my patreon here if you don't like orange). i also have a website, in case you didn't know. anyway......

- liz

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Part 1: Trauma Porn



There is one little incident I experienced circa 2012 that really encapsulates my whole experience of the past decade... one that culminates in the present moment.

Around then I was introduced via a music forum to a podcast called Entitled Opinions hosted by an aging boomer Stanford literature professor named Robert Harrison. The podcast started in 2005 and is still going strong as of 2020, though there have been several hiatuses. Most guests are either other Stanford professors, or visiting authors and thinkers. Each episode is focused on talking about the interviewee's particular area of expertise, i.e. the historical Jesus, or the early 20th century European avant-garde, or the ideological rift between Mahatma Gandhi and B. R. Ambedkar, or Freud, or Emily Dickinson, etc.

Harrison opens most episodes with drippingly self-indulgent little soliloquies romanticizing the many noble attempts by various humans to grapple with the great existential problems that plague humanity. The show's current webpage (which was formerly an extremely charming bare-bones Web 1.0 artifact until more recently) offers this quote from Harrison about the show, lifted from one of these opening monologues: "This show offers the narcotic of intelligent conversation. ... There's plenty of room at the table, and everyone is welcome, but be warned: the bread of angels is not your ordinary snack. It may set your head spinning and give you a high."

Many of these intros end with a clip of Harrison himself ripping into a guitar solo in a section taken from one of his own band's original songs. Yes, he also plays guitar. This guy loves talking about Jimi Hendrix and Pink Floyd as much as he loves talking about Heidegger or Dante's Divine Comedy. He also likes to be at times a little overly verbose and interject remarks on how he is deeply troubled and/or confused by what is popular with the kids these days. A lot of the episodes also focus on the eternally-discussed (to the point where it's really a tired cliché to point this out) output of dead white men. On its surface, the show can really feel like a perfect kind of upper-crusty, highly educated Boomer catnip... just pushing the further immortalization of already deeply canonized individuals. It's the kind of thing that seems like kryptonite to current popular sensibilities of online content directed at younger people, where both the hosts and the audiences are striving for absolute moral clarity and certitude.

But in many ways that's also the show's asset. Harrison is definitely a liberal in a general sense and seems to be skeptical of more militant lefty thinkers. But the show is generally "apolitical" especially when we're comparing it to the current wave of lefty-tinged podcasts. Harrison is generally very respectful to his guests and open to various ideas and positions that conflict with his own. His guests are also all generally well spoken and well-prepared. The level of the conversation is high and doesn't try to talk down to listeners or give them an oversimplified "101" type summary. But it is also reasonably accessible to follow for people like me who don't know much at all about the subjects being spoken about.

To put it plainly: the whole intent of the show is to give people a window into the world of intellectual discourse - to suggest that our image of reality is never concrete, but made up of a multitude of ideas and constructs that have long been fought over for eons. It's an attempt to spark curiosity and to open listeners up to a deeper level of questioning about the world around them. This might all seem a bit corny to spell out, but it is very much a goal that the show consciously aims to achieve. While this discourse is all being generated from career academics, it's at least being presented to listeners for free online in a digestible chunk. It's not all locked away in some JSTOR vault. And listeners have an affable host in the form of Harrison to guide them reasonably well through all these intellectual excursions.

For me this podcast was a big thing. It was a relatively accessible way into thinking about various philosophers, artists, composers, etc I'd heard of but never really engaged with because they felt inaccessible to me. I went to one of those brand-name expensive US private liberal arts schools where you're supposed to learn about this stuff, but the few classes I did take that might have been relevant I didn't retain much at all. I was in the mode that public middle-school and high-school had trained me into, just plowing through without internalizing much and doing a good enough job so I could get onto the next thing... a next thing that, it turns out, never really materialized.

By the beginning of the 2010's I was out of college and in an extremely downwardly mobile period of my life. Almost all of what I had grown up with that I had still held onto was crumbling in various ways and I felt I needed to escape whatever was left as quickly as possible in order to survive. It was a tremendously emotionally intense and confusing time. I often was really isolated and without support. Facing a totally unprecedented situation that felt impossible to wrap my brain around, I was extremely open to absorbing anything new that I could grab onto that might help me build some spiritual armor to get through all of it.

My circumstances were worse than they had ever been up to that point. But it was also 2010 and I was 23. I had just came out as trans a year or two before. We had Obama, who still seemed like a decent guy at that point to me. Lady Gaga was on the pop charts, which marked the first time I ever cared about mainstream pop music. The world seemed (at least at the time) like it was changing for the better. As 2010 turned into 2011 I sat glued to my computer screen and watched the Arab Spring and the London Riots unfold via twitter. It was the very beginning of a long decade filled with the now extremely frequent bizarre theater of timelines filled with endless updates about currently unfolding protests. It had far less of the constant dread and feelings of "what terrible thing will happen next" of today and far more optimism that the world could legitimately be changing for the better. It felt like a veil was lifting, and there was a new light shining through.

I wrote a piece for the now-defunct publication Offworld in 2015 which paints so much of this period of my life as being shrouded in darkness, depression, and poverty. I am honestly pretty upset at myself for writing that piece, and it really bothers me that it's still my only piece of writing to ever have been featured in a book. 2015 was towards the beginning of many people realizing that the optimism of the early decade was failing to create a better reality and the world, in fact, just seemed to be getting worse. In 2015 I was also starting to develop chronic stomach issues that I still have now. I kept thinking that through my writing, I'd exorcise some demons of the past and somehow cure myself. The effect was often the opposite. Some parts of that piece feel like a kind of trauma porn that I felt increasingly pressured to engage in. Writing like that was gaining traction at the time and I bought into the idea that it might be empowering for me too. The pain may have been real, but I was entrenched in some high-levels of magical thinking buying into the idea that it could be cured by taking a big public trauma dump over everyone. Now that that kind of trauma porn has become an indisputable part of culture via popular works like Hannah Gadsby's Netflix "comedy" special Nanette, it feels like even more of an empty, brow-beaty gimmick masquerading as emotional authenticity.

Besides, I was being dishonest with myself. In 2010 I was not just crying in the corner every day about how sad my life was. The bottom may have dropped out, but for the first time in my life I also felt a kind of optimism that anything was possible and the future was bright. Maybe you could say that optimism wasn't fully founded in anything rational. I might have been naively invested in a lot of things that turned out bad like the Obama presidency or The Arab Spring (or Lady Gaga for that matter). But this kind of investment isn't a super uncommon experience for a 23 year old who felt recently unchained from any expectation and authority.

So now it's 2012 and I've moved to California. I've been crashing at a friend's apartment in Oakland for awhile but the situation is in no way stable. I'm listening to another episode of Entitled Opinions - this one on the friendship (and falling out) between Wagner and Nietzsche. In that episode, the interviewee professor Stephen Hinton shares a hilarious anecdote about the incident that solidified their falling out. Nietzsche had apparently suffered from chronic migraines that plagued him his entire life. Wagner, being one of those 19th century freaks who believed in stuff like the Graham diet, was in active communication with Nietzsche's personal doctor in a rather blatant breach of patient-doctor confidentiality. Eventually he said that he suspected that Nietzsche suffered from "onanism" (i.e. masturbation) and that in order to solve it, Nietzsche must marry. When Nietzsche found out from his doctor what Wagner prescribed to solve his problems, he was totally furious. Their friendship ended at that point.

When I heard this anecdote, I thought it was the funniest thing ever. What little I knew about Wagner or Nietzsche at the time (namely that the Nazis claimed/co-opted various things about them) I didn't like at all, so this just fueled my morbid curiosity towards them more. I immediately pulled off my headphones and tried to very poorly explain to the friends I was staying with who were currently sitting in the same room as me this story. I'm not sure what I expected to hear from them, but what I got was stone-cold silence. They both looked at me like I was an alien. I don't remember them saying anything but "what?". I don't think the conversation got any further than that before I put my headphones back on and continued listening to the episode, and we never spoke of it again.

Maybe this was just a relatively mundane awkward interaction. Maybe it seems ridiculous that I even brought this up at all. But it was also one of the first moments when it really hit me that this was really not my scene. I had increasingly become both personally and professionally affiliated with a group of people that I felt existed on a different plane of reality from me. With that affiliation came a feeling of immense pressure from them to conform to a specific idea of who and what I was supposed to be in order to be considered part of their group. And talking about Wagner and Nietzsche wasn't exactly putting me in their good graces. In more normal circumstances, you can more easily exit out of situation like this and move on to something else. Things are far more difficult when you're leaning on those people not just for like professional connections and finding an audience for your own work, but also for housing and emotional support. Maybe if I was a little less young and foolish I wouldn't have been in that situation to begin with, but it's easy to say that in hindsight.

I was a queer trans woman who was increasingly only hanging out with other trans women and queer people for the first time in my life. Identity was increasingly becoming the focus in every aspect of how this group I was a part of was living and presenting themselves. The kind of consciousness that brought about wasn't really something I had engaged in or thought about much before, and it was perhaps valuable to learn from in some ways. Moving to a very diverse, very queer-friendly city was certainly not a bad idea for me. Like a lot of people who ran away from their old life to California, I was just looking for some place to belong. That, of course, sounds painfully naive when I spell it out here now. Because in reality that belonging was mediated through a tangled web of so many layers of performative friendships, alliances, and professional power dynamics that were constantly warping and shifting. So many people were constantly throwing around a lot of big important words like community, sustainability, and solidarity and joking about a "trans hivemind" or whatever, but these were really just empty signifiers. There was no "there" there.

The group I was a part of was a group of queer and trans videogame developers. In hindsight I can say we were all part of this ongoing push to change a sphere that has been traditionally very conservative and masculine - both artistically and also materially. It was also part of an ongoing movement pushing for more expressive, non-professional, often non-commercial approaches to making a videogame. These both felt like good causes that I supported. I had more aspirations for my music and I was a film major in college, but the videogame world seemed to be where the interesting and new things were happening at that point. These were peak "can a videogame make you cry?" years, where many in game industry seemed to be experiencing an existential crisis and were really starting to thirst for games could be pieces of art rather than just cynical product pumped out of a bloated, hyper-corporate industry. There was still a lot of idealism floating around the scene in general about what the future of games, and by extension, what the future of technology could be. Many people still saw new technology as potentially benevolent democratizing force on the world. The little micro-scene I found myself inside was a part of that, in one way or another.

But there were severe limitations on the collective imagination of this scene in many ways. We were in the SF Bay Area so we had extreme proximity to the source of new money that was flowing into the newly booming indie game development scene, often via the tech industry. Tech companies were becoming the history-defining forces of nature they are now, and so tech startup culture positioned itself as a bastion for high-minded idealists ready to change the world. In independent game development, this meant that the genuine idealists hoping for some kind of more enlightened future and the businessmen just looking for new markets to exploit often resembled each other. In my heavily queer and trans immediate social sphere, this also led to a weird seeming contradiction of desires of a lot of people wanting to be socially validated by and get money from that space while also not wanting to be seen as aligned with a bunch of uncultured tech bros. We were often heavily antagonizing a lot of people we also really depended on validation from in order to exist in the space at all.

This blurring together of different groups of people with different intentions was aided by this whole twee nerdy "we're all friends" image that defined the indie game developer scene of the past decade; one that often just was a cover for a lot of abuse and exploitation. What was often praised in that scene as "brilliant" or the next big thing was unique in only way and totally forgettable in every other way, echoing startup culture's interest in empty "next big thing" ideas, the most extreme embodiment of which was Theranos. The vacuousness of what was being celebrated as brilliant ended up being a lot of what I started writing about on this blog and elsewhere. Eventually everything just fractured as the good time vibes curdled over into people declaring that the "indiepocalypse" had come, and the idea of the indie developer as it was defined before lost a lot of its meaning.

While many of those trans and queer people I was around saw themselves as an antidote to the more artistically lame, hyper-commercial, and unenlightened white cis bro parts of the scene... it often wasn't any better in terms of the actual work that was produced. Our little micro-scene at times felt totally dour, overly prescriptive and lacking in much imagination. Replacing a fetishization of empty technological gimmickry was an all-encompassing focus on a (supposedly) new kind of identity, which was at the center of everything. Everything started to become focused on validation of your experiences as a trans or queer person, and making other people see your personal trauma. Everything was also extremely rooted to the moment. This addiction to speed, quantity of output, of feeding off the dramas and events of the immediate moment feels like it was a crucial part of the scene's dynamics. Interjecting your little takes in in order to stay on top of whatever was happening was important, and very much in harmony with the pace of social media. And it's what made some people able to ride those waves successfully for a little bit, but it's also what helped sink a lot of things very quickly.

The incident when I got looked at cock-eyed by my friends for talking about Nietzsche and Wagner didn't just stick with me because I was mad at them for not caring about who these guys were. I felt broadly aligned with my friends' stated goals even when sometimes I was totally confused by their motivations. It was that, to me, it embodied the complete and utter lack of curiosity or openness towards, if not outright active hostility to, anything that seemed old or received or outside their sphere of immediate experience. It was a lack of continuity and ability to see themselves as in any kind of real dialogue with the rest of history. It was also the lack of a larger collective consciousness or purpose. And that point really revealed the hollowness under the surface of what so many of us were doing. So much collective energy that was purportedly being spent fighting the sexist, racist transphobes who were standing in the way of a more enlightened future was being used far more towards laying the groundwork to myth-build for individuals in the scene who were starting to get really high off their own supply. Any one individual in the scene's ability to effectively present themselves as an important voice of moral clarity and throw around terms like "community" or "sustainability" or "accountability", terms that seem like they really mean something concrete if you're naively assuming the best of intentions from their speaker... meant basically nothing most of the time. That total lack of interest in self-interrogation meant it was just another mask on top of a lot of people's self-valorization and endless, merciless drama. Nothing really meant anything. It felt like a bad dream.

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Part 2: Magical Thinking




A few years ago I was upset to learn that an acquaintance was a big fan of "intellectual dark web" grifter Jordan Peterson because Peterson was apparently his only venue into hearing about philosophers like Heidegger. I told him that he should listen to Entitled Opinions instead. I didn't want to engage him in a long debate, so it seemed like the best thing for the both of us. I found this instance pretty troubling though. Because - in the same way that suspicion was being cast on me by my friends for having any interest in learning about Nietzsche and Wagner because it wasn't relevant to my identity or immediate circumstance - it felt like every sign out there in this dude's environment was pushing him into thinking that his cultural moment as a cis white man has passed and he needs to atone. The majority of popular discourse around race and gender these days seems to focus squarely on this idea of an intense personal psychological transformation undertaken by the subject of a dominant group as the only real way out of being complicit in perpetuating more oppression... including diversity consultant Robin Diangelo's incredibly popular recent bestselling book "White Fragility".

The problem in these arguments is there is often little that clarifies what that psychological transformation really means in a broader social sense and what ideal form it would actually take. The perpetuation of a kind of invented "common sense" wisdom in the mainstream tends to mask all the more invisible aspects of racism, sexism, etc that are forbidden from being talked about in an open way in the mainstream: like how our current institutions by their very design perpetuate inequality and oppression. So many of the people like Diangelo who stand to benefit off of pushing corporate diversity initiatives certainly have a direct interest in doing all they can to make sure that looking at root material causes that might implicate employers or structures they benefit off of don't reach mainstream public consciousness. So I think there's also an inherent deep cynicism to this "personal psychological transformation is the only way" argument. And that's both because it pushes aside any acknowledgement that we should be focusing our energy on the root causes, and also that it often implies we can never really find true solidarity across racial or cultural or gendered lines because of the inherent evil in the hearts of men... something that might double as an argument for more segregation, if taken one step further.

When presented with the mainstream manifestations of this argument, my Jordan Peterson-loving acquaintance can either decide to marinate in his white cis male guilt and wrestle with his psychological demons ... or he can take refuge in an invented idea of the past. I know in this case he's going to do the latter. And I can yell at him and say he's a bad person for doing that, but it doesn't really matter at the end of the day. Grifters like Jordan Peterson are there to scoop up many of these men by taking the implied "maybe we can't all ever really get along" parts of mainstream liberal identity politics discourse and taking them to their logical extreme. He's there to capitalize off a fairy-tale idea of magical continuity across tradition upholding a cosmic hierarchy that's echoed by all the great figures and stories we know throughout history. Disney, Heidegger, and Jung are all connected via some kind of magical, eternal logic. Anything that that challenges this eternal hegemony is an unnatural, grotesque affront to the inevitability of history. Basically Jordan Peterson is there to tell these guys that by the nature of them being alive they're tapped into this magic hierarchical wisdom that has existed throughout history. Things were always meant to be this way, and anything that might challenge that notion is simply wrong.

The rise of figures like Jordan Peterson typifies a larger trend of the past decade for me: that the 2010's were a decade dominated by magical thinking across the board. Some people might attribute this to the rise of Trump, but I think it really started when Obama bailed out the banks after the housing bubble burst in 2008. This didn't mesh with the sunny image of hope and change many associated him with. Many people in the 2010's felt increasingly powerless and unable to effect change due to the societal instability the economy collapsing had created, so a lot of that instability was channeled into a huge number of new systems and ideas those people thought might bring them prosperity and spiritual fulfillment.

The feeling that there was very little opportunity out there in the world was certainly driven into my skull after I graduated college in 2009. My fixation on the idea that I could break into this indie game development scene and be financially successful there only further intensified as a result. I did a lot of things I potentially wouldn't do otherwise, because I thought it was my one real hope to merge my creative interests with something that could make money. Across the internet many people did the same, as they tried to find new and different ways to monetize their hobbies and profit off of the growing shifting of all culture onto the internet. As mainstream culture increasingly seemed to embody by a kind of dangerous, vampiric hyper-wealth and become distanced from the reality of most people's lives, a lot of people on the internet were able to take advantage of this gap. But as with all gold rushes: some lucky people profited, most were never close to striking anything, and the people who were by far the most were successful were the platform holders (in this case: the tech industry).

An article by Hannah Gais in The Baffler last year explores the glut of magic healers and other conspiracy theorists in the Soviet Union in the last few years before its collapse in attempt to draw obvious connections to the US culture of today. My favorite of the Soviet conspiracy theories is a particularly bizarre theory called New Chronology, a system which claimed to prove that chronological history as we know it is false... and has been endorsed by Chess champion Gary Kasparov. BBC documentarian Adam Curtis also invokes the last couple of decades of the Soviet Union in his 2016 documentary HyperNormalisation. He describes how in the presence of a system that almost everyone in the Soviet Union seemed to sense was failing, the fake pretense of reality became reality and people maintained the image of a functioning society. HyperNormalisation was released just before Trump was elected in 2016, but it really effectively seem to predict almost everything about the popular delusions that have become mainstream in the Trump era: from Russiagate, to the widespread belief that the Trump presidency is a historical anomaly... to the increasing popularity of conspiracy theories like the flat earth theory and the growth anti-vaccination movements, to the booming wellness industry, to even the increased popularity of astrology. We now live in a feeling of constant unreality: where chaos, confusion, misinformation, and random violence seem to be everywhere. I also wrote about this unreality in my piece for Vice in 2018 on the masterful Russian/Ukranian Doom mod A.L.T., perhaps the one piece of art that captures that sense of unreality more than anything else to me.

Perhaps all the unreality partially explains the lack of interest in any historical continuity from the friends I was around in the SF Bay Area trans and queer game dev scene. Everyone involved, in their own way, might have been trying to fix the problems of the past by creating the idea of a new history that seemed to be unburdened by it. The tech industry gave the genuine promise of immortality to many people, so the idea that we could all engineer our way into the future was something that many people had in their heads as a real possibility. Perhaps this also explains the addiction to speed of output and the sense that there is no history, because the present always contains a profound importance as a moment to end all moments. With the push to narrativize our own life stories and repackage them as content on social media in order to gain traction and visibility, we become cast as Harry Potter figures in our own fantasy realities: a "chosen one" protagonist who will, through our own sheer prowess, be important warriors on the battlefield of good vs. evil. Everyone is an activist, no matter what they actually believe, and activism and social change are narrativized through a Hollywood lens. Activists act like brands in order to attract attention, and brands act like activists in order to stay in people's good graces.

As economic austerity leads to increasing privatization of the public sector, various corporate entities are rushing to profit off of all this and redirect it back to the properties they own. This leads into feeding an ever-growing beast: another defining force of 2010's culture known as fandom. To me a lot of the tensions around fandom are embodied by the backlash to last year's Martin Scorsese New York Times op-ed where he made the apparently controversial (to some) statement that Marvel and other comic book franchise films are, in fact, crappy mass entertainment that are more theme park rides than works of art with anything to say. Throughout the 2010's, comic book franchise films completely and utterly dominated the landscape of movie theaters. The massive profits of these films at the expense of almost anything else has led to more corporate consolidation, and Disney in particular has solidified as an all-powerful entity with an iron grip on all of culture.

Total corporate control over mass culture means these companies have sought to enter themselves into the ongoing activist struggles and sell themselves as important pillars of contemporary feminist and anti-racist movements. The 2016 all-female Ghostbusters reboot that caused a massive amount of backlash from many hyper-male nerd outposts on the internet, then caused a backlash to the backlash from pop feminist writers who treated buying tickets to the movie as some kind of moral duty women had to undertake to strike back against all the misogynist nerd bros embodies this. But things really solidified with 2017's Wonder Woman and 2018's Black Panther: both were broadly successful, critically well-received big comic book movies that took advantage of the ongoing discourse about race and gender to position themselves as idealized pillars that embodied certain kind of liberal feminism and anti-racism. In the age of Trump, when actual political power in the US (and worldwide) is moving farther and farther to the right, it became our civic duty to support these films and others like them in order to strike back against that.

It's no real secret to say that by now, fandom has become a dominant force across all kinds of media. Which means that mass entertainment has been burdened with the task of finding ways to design itself around the increasingly crucial goal of making sure that it can keep these growing fandoms happy. This dynamic has been celebrated by many voices across the media as just more evidence that online fandoms they're a part of have wielded collective power effectively and exercised agency over what these corporations produce. And because so many of the pop feminists and anti-racists really are just glorified fans, they're in a perfect position to feel ownership over these mass-produced products and defend corporations like Disney for the basic 101 way their movies might address racial or gendered conflicts. To them, these movies show clear evidence that they're winning the culture war. They feel smugly powerful, as if they're the real protagonists of these movies and they're using their powers of the pen to strike back against the forces of darkness, represented by Trump's grotesqueries.

But this also means any visions that don't feel like they're generated out of some kind of collective desire for empowerment that comes out of "grassroots" fandom are viewed with increasing suspicion. Art that is potentially morally ambiguous or that might upset or challenge audiences, if it can even exist in the mainstream at all in the current moment, is far more liable to get framed as the product of morally dubious, if not outright evil, individuals. A fallout from the #MeToo movement in particular seems to be many critics who are suddenly totally incapable of distinguishing a difference between what's depicted onscreen and what a filmmaker personally endorses or believes in, because of a fear that these filmmakers are using it to show the secrets of who they are behind the scenes and provide moral cover to themselves. It all calls back to the conservative Satanic Panic of the 1980's that created mass fear among conservatives that metal music and horror movies would lead to mass murder and devil worship among the youth of America. This got resurrected in its own bizarre way in the completely baffling liberal moral panic over 2019's Joker movie starring Joaquin Phoenix. Many in the mainstream media went into a blind panic after seeing the film's trailer, declaring that this film would be some kind of "incel" manifesto that would inspire hordes of disillusioned women-hating young men to do mass shootings at the film's screenings. That obviously didn't happen, and the film turned out to have almost nothing to do with what those people thought they saw in the trailer (it's actually more about class and mental health).

This current propensity for moral panic about art because of the perpetual fear of a Trumpian takeover of all culture has kind of collapsed all nuance and desire to talk about "art for art's sake" that's not touched by the dynamics of fandom. The haters get framed by fans as not adequately understanding the urgency of the moment and wanting to preserve old, toxic, outdated culture. In the realm of film, Scorsese's assertion that Marvel films fly in the face of all that he loves or cares about cinema translates to the media pundit fans that he doesn't like the diversity and anti-elitism of those new Disney films that they have an imagined stock of collective ownership in. It means that he wants to emphasize the artistic decisions of individuals who might have their own whims that a collective fandom can't exert control over vs. mass produced films that a fandom can (in theory) exert control over. He wants to be a gatekeeper who preserves the old guard of individualistic filmmakers like him or Quentin Tarantino who like to make dark, gritty, violent movies featuring toxic masculinity and aren't always nice to their audience. He wants to preserve indulgent art. And the expression of this somehow, to them, is Trumpian.

To put it in clear terms: the idea of collective struggle has been successfully co-opted and commodified by various corporations, and so many people still don't even know it yet. We've become so focused on the moment-to-moment when the big picture of where these things are heading is a far murkier, darker story. In my SF Bay area trans and queer game dev scene, voices around me parroted the idea that any past that doesn't portray some kind of glorified, idealized image of marginalized struggle in the most morally transparent terms is forever tainted and needs to be scrapped completely. The idea here was that "we" had ownership of how our struggle played out in the moment, but "they" owned all the hegemonic culture of the past. That a corporation could actually be in some way exerting control over and profiting off our struggle in the present moment, but have an active interest in disappearing a great deal of culture of the past just never seemed to occur to anyone.

When I first started getting involved in that scene I think I kinda just knew if I was ever a part of any movement or group that was genuinely trying to do something new and different, I needed to find any kind of anchor I could to keep me grounded. I was scared it all could blow away with the drop of a hat otherwise, and things could end up worse than they were before. History works in strange ways, and the past is filled with moments where people are able to do something for a brief window of time that they, in no way, could do now. I recently watched the late 1960's films Easy Rider and the original Wicker Man and they both seem to inextricably bear the mark of the era they come from, particularly Easy Rider. Some may call the filmmaking techniques (lots of zooms, quick/disorienting editing) they use and the subject material focused on at time as dated. But "datedness" is an idea that doesn't hold much water to me. The late 1960's and 1970's were era where certain ideas of what a popular film could be, how it could look and how it could feel were blown wide open. Creative works that could never have been able to be made at any other time could be made during that window of time, before culture shifted in another direction. Our present possibilities (and/or lack thereof) can be just as hamstrung by the demands/expectations of the time (therefore "dated') as the past. History does not move in a straight line, and there are many ways that elements of the past can be far more open and forward-looking than the present. The only way to really wrap your brain around this is to have a broader awareness of the history.

But a lot of the the awareness of the strange progression of time I had at that point fell by the wayside for me, as much as it probably did for anyone else, as I got swept up in the constant frenzy of the moment. Any sense of curiosity applied towards trying to unlock all the seemingly arbitrary historical circumstances and characters that produced both our most celebrated works of culture and our most oppressive, evil institutions faded into the background. Any idea of a past that can't either be beacon of total moral clarity that you can idealize and look up to is reframed as a hollow pillar of an establishment that needs to be completely and utterly destroyed on one side, or they're framed as carriers of an eternal conservative wisdom thwarted by the indulgences of cancel culture on another. We lose access to culture on its own terms as something that can be shared and appreciated across boundaries, and what remains just becomes content fodder completely ripped from its context and used towards an ongoing, never-ceasing culture war.

The tech companies and the brand empires like Disney get to have their cake and eat it too. That corporate behemoths are historically hugely responsible for censoring, suppressing, and destroying various forms of culture that has reflected broadly marginalized perspectives before they could ever become any kind of mainstream part of culture throughout the literal entirety of modern history doesn't matter. The actual history doesn't matter. Movie studios like Disney get to erase history by making an increasing number of old movies they own that don't mesh with their current brand image unavailable (and therefore invisible) on various streaming services, while also getting to frame themselves as at the forefront of contemporary debates about identity that the old dinosaurs like Scorsese or Tarantino are supposedly in opposition to having happen in the first place. Tech companies get to employ their algorithms towards funneling money back into their top content creators and demonetizing/making hard to locate work that challenges its audience or talks about difficult subjects in a frank way. They also get to destroy the past through the planned obsolescence of their physical products and breaking (or outright destroying) old software (i.e. Flash) and causing everything that depended on that software to be lost to the sands of time. But these companies are branded onto our consciousness. None of this matters because the average person's total paralysis about the political realities and existential problems of today means the Disney's of the world are there to jump in and hold us in their long arms and comfort us like surrogate parents. In the absence of any control over reality there is only fantasy: and fantasy is what Disney is all about.

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Part 3: A Symbolic Victory



As one of those high-minded snobs who is sometimes guilty of caring about capital A "Art" above all else, I often feel self-conscious about the creative paths I've gone down. A big reason for me getting deeply entangled in a space so utterly soaked through to the bone with rabid lowest common-denominator pandering as game development was a hope that the blossoming independent game dev scenes were opening up the possibility that videogames could occupy a similar kind of artistic realm as so many the great films I studied in school. And not even just echo great films of the past, but push past them: because filmmaking felt stagnant and increasingly impossible to break into as an outsider, whereas games felt totally exciting and new. At the time I started following the indie game dev scene, people would say things like "it feels like the Wild West!" with absolutely no irony (there's a reason people are constantly getting murdered in Westerns). But that total lack of irony seemed to radiate through everything. My hope was that we would not just drag the medium forward into a venue of substantive artistic expression, but challenge audiences with something totally new different they could never ever even think of seeing before. I think in some ways that happened with some stuff. Games from the 2010's like Cart Life, Oikospiel Book I, Anodyne 2Kentucky Route Zero, or even the aforementioned Doom wad A.L.T., will (I hope) end up having a much longer tail of influence in the future. But those mostly seem to be produced by individuals with distinct perspectives rather than something created in the heat of the moment as a result of a coherent movement or a scene.

In the little queer and trans scene I got sucked into, it was hard to say how much that desire for a new, challenging kind of art was echoed by a lot of the people I was around. There was definitely a collective interest in obscure, trashy, and strange things made by eccentric outsiders. But the goals that motivated people's work seemed to be constantly shifting and it was hard to trace a coherent position among different people involved, especially when it came to anything that wasn't immediately relevant to the identity issues that came to define everything. But whatever genuine desire for some kind of new radical experimental outsider art that might have been radiating around the scene I was in was still far, far too out-there for most people in videogames world. When Anita Sarkeesian's Tropes vs. Women videos were first announced in 2013, and the backlash came from a massive number of gamers who targeted and harassed her in large numbers, we were off to the races. The conversation became fully solidified into the mainstream as one about better representation and depiction of women in prestige AAA videogames, rather than about whether you should care about some experimental queer artists or not. And it was probably always going to go that way. The public at large as of this moment still has little-to-no real awareness that experimental art-games are even a thing that exists, and there was no coherent push behind advocating for weird, often non-commercial stuff that was totally fragmented across various corners of the internet. Because many reactionary gamers saw the invasion of feminist critique of the prestige AAA games in their space as something that shot straight at the heart of all they loved and held dear, that issue became the center of the universe. The battlefield around depiction in AAA games was solidified.

"The Events of 2014" don't need to be revisited yet again, but they felt like a little preview of the election of Trump in 2016 in how they seemed to permanently destroy the possibility for a larger kind of nuance in the mainstream conversation and break some people's brains forever. When every part of what's happening is now about how you feel about how a particular group of people is represented inside mass media, it's kind of a real problem when you're trying to make a case for something that is still broadly unknown, unpopular, and largely has nothing to do with that. But also it meant that any of the arguments people like me might have made in the service of trying to make these kinds of unique experimental work by outsiders a more viable part of culture were eventually co-opted and reshaped to be about better depiction of more diverse groups in mainstream games. With my involvement in the space at all came the implicit assumption that I must care about the stakes of those depiction wars above all else - or why else would I even be there? That was something that the industry actually knew how to work with, after all.

The pressure that was being generated on social media from this meant that large companies that didn't want to just outright ignore these issues started responding in their own ways. While the mainstream game industry is certainly still a more culturally conservative space than Hollywood, the industry has always been natively online in a way other creative industries have been far slower to grasp onto. This meant that these battles that were happening online became the defining image of the industry. Companies that wanted to improve their image started hiring people from the discourse sphere of writers and fans that had coalesced around social media who were eager to find any work. This started to undercut the "us vs. them" feeling that existed for many critics of the industry prior to that. But the fact that the game industry is so decentralized meant that other companies could take advantage of the waves of highly-mobilized reactionary gamers too. Characters in games became more diverse and less stereotyped than they were before, and more women and bipoc were put in spokesperson positions for various companies. We were supposed to celebrate this as a victory, I presume, though it never felt that way. But other parts of the game industry just doubled down on their hostile reactionary fandoms because they had no real financial incentive not to (that's where their fans and staff came from). The people who were hired as part of a diversity push, whether they knew it or not, were often just placed in positions to provide the companies they worked for with cover to improve their image, while the overall culture didn't really change.

To this one can say: well maybe this push for more workplace diversity was at least an improvement from before! And yeah, the mainstream game industry is a culturally pretty conservative space and I think that sucks. But it's kind of an easy fallacy to buy into the idea the results of this diversity push was much of a clear victory at all. These companies want to make money. Expanding to new audiences is a no-brainer for a lot of these companies who are always looking for new ways to grow. That does not mean companies are broadly interested in their employees' empowerment, and it's kind of silly that anyone would believe in that in the first place. But unlike in Hollywood, there aren't many labor unions to speak of so issues of power dynamics tend to not be very much at the forefront. The game industry often benefits from having a feeling of more grassroots decentralization away from the big cultural monoliths. Game companies tend to position themselves as a safe space for introverted geeks away from the grandiose glamour of something like Hollywood, and tend to push the tech industry-style "we're all friends here" fake non-hierarchical work culture, especially in the case of Valve's famously toxic "flat" work culture. In that way it feels like the push was just feeding some new especially vulnerable faces into the grinder of immensely gaslightning work cultures that cause a lot of people to burn out and leave the industry by the time they hit their 30's. It also may just make those diverse hires feel largely unsafe and underprotected: when they're not being used as a kind of labor wedge against other workers who might actively resent or and be hostile to these new hires. This is all compounded by something writer J.C. Pan points in a recent article for The New Republic, namely that a growing number of studies suggest that the workplace anti-bias training mandated by most companies that is supposed to create a less hostile workplace doesn't actually work:
A recent study by sociologists Frank Dobbin at Harvard University and Alexandra Kalev at Tel Aviv University, surveying more than 30 years of data collected from over 800 firms, found that diversity programs not only failed to increase workplace diversity, but in many cases even reduced diversity or exacerbated participants’ biases. A 2016 meta-analysis of nearly 500 studies on implicit bias interventions similarly found that while such sessions sometimes briefly and slightly diminished participants’ implicit biases, they had no significant long-term effects on people’s behavior or attitudes. And in 2019, another study of diversity training programs by a team of behavioral scientists further confirmed that onetime interventions designed to reduce implicit bias—the type used by the vast majority of employers and institutions—tend not to change very many minds at all.
All of this makes me feel very uneasy, because I don't want my primary legacy as someone who is a queer trans woman who has written about videogames a lot to have just been providing fodder for people in positions of power to prop up their own kinds of diversity initiatives that don't even work. It always brings me back to the question: why should I care about what happens within these game companies when I have an issue with the whole enterprise of how they operate to begin with? I find a large chunk of mainstream games to have no real substantive artistic value and be totally transfixed with fetishizing sheer scale and spectacle over everything else. Not to mention many companies depend on business models that are, to put it very nicely, not particularly ethical. When Martin Scorsese says that Marvel franchise movies employ a ton of skill and craft in their making but they have no real artistry to them, he just as easily could be talking about so many big-budget videogames. So why should I care? I have no real passion for that kind of product.

Trying to muster the energy to care at all is a big struggle for me in general, as someone who cares about art actually being good and impactful, and finds most mainstream entertainment to be totally lacking in those qualities. At the same time, I begrudgingly realize that most of the product these industries squirt out is still, in some way, connected to the work people in the same field who are on the fringes are making. One depends on the other, whether or not that's often apparent to either party involved. I really want to believe these two sides can interact more effectively and that larger scale, bigger budget work can be artistically ambitious and say something of substance, like I'm sure most people do. The more people are directly exposed to better art, the likelier it is to have a positive impact on their own imagination and curiosity. The only way I envision this happening, however, is through a combination of large-scale worker organizing, rigorous anti-trust laws limiting the power of many large corporations (or potentially just turning them over into public utilities), and a high-level government investment into the arts, particularly directed towards local centers and the fringes. With the right actions we would have an extremely good shot at being able to create a more healthy arts culture and vastly improve the quality of what's made, and the quality of life of the people who make it.

Labor issues have been the forefront of a lot of what I've thought about in the last ten years because we are living in an age of extremely absurd inequality. Class issues, up until very recently, have also been very taboo to talk about at all, particularly within US culture. I've also seen so many times how identity discourse get used as a wedge against efforts to build a broader class-based solidarity. The mainstream "identity vs. class" conversation always happens in the most gratingly aggressive way to me. It always seems to derail everything around it. The idea that being part of a particular marginalized identity gives you inherent magical wisdom and a permanent position of moral superiority over other people is my whole problem with identity-centric discourse to begin with. But I often see the same thing echoed in discussions of class too.

As the Bernie Sanders presidential runs of 2016 and 2020 massively popularized a focus on class and labor issues among young people in the US, many more people in my sphere who were not at all interested in talking about those things before suddenly started to position themselves as capitalism-smashing radicals all across the internet. That evolution feels nice on the surface, but it's hard to know how much is really behind it. It also means that those people just as often apply the same kind of extremely dour moralistic discourse that's used to talk about identity towards talking about class issues as well. The idea that we can unite around the idea of worker solidarity, while a great start, doesn't in itself just magically transform people's consciousness and cause a mass revolution against social inequality. The magical thinking and focus on symbolic consciousness-raising above other stuff is the problem. We're all using the same corporate platforms and finding ourselves through this mode of public performance. There are definite economic stakes involved to how well one performs to a particular audience, and how effectively one tells one's audience what they want to hear. And what an audience of people want to believe about themselves vs. how an extremely complicated reality is playing out often don't have much to do with each other. So reductionist moralism that isn't open or flexible to debate can get twisted around to look like it's serving an ultimate empowering moral good.

My experience being a co-founder of Game Workers Unite in 2018 kinda confirmed a lot of my fears about the shallowness of some of these mass actions, even when many involved have the purest of intentions. My initial, not particularly ambitious plan for GWU was just that the group that initially formed via twitter, facebook groups, and word of mouth were going to collectively show up to a roundtable discussion about unionization at the annual Game Developer's Conference in San Francisco hosted by the head of the notoriously anti-union Independent Game Developer's Association and tell her she's full of shit. As more and more people got involved, this expanded into making and distributing materials like buttons, stickers, and zines that we could hand out to people at the event as if we were handing out business cards, zines, or some advertising crap.

The action seemed modest to me, but because of the large presence of press at that event and the nature of that moment's newfound focus on labor issues (several games press publications were undergoing active pushes towards unionization), GWU immediately blew up the internet in the first few days of the conference. Having some experience being around stuff that had blown up before, I was not particularly surprised and expected it to some degree. But many people involved had never had that experience before. So I had the strange experience of witnessing people who just a week prior had been stonewalling these efforts with worries about infiltration and questioning the moral purity of our actions immediately started basking in the glory of this victory we had all achieved before anything really happened. People who presented themselves as totally hardened Marxists who antagonized all aspects of the mainstream press suddenly seemed very occupied with all the press our thing that had just been cobbled together the week before was getting. Many were already glorifying their own personal versions of the narrative of how this story went down in their heads while it was still going on. And people all over the internet thought it was a legitimate large-scale organization because of how much we got written up in the press. Some people even thought that the existence of GWU meant that the game industry had a union now and the battle was over. The lack of a basic literacy didn't matter, because GWU had brand recognition. And the contradiction of an activist organization meant to organize workers existing primarily as a venue for brand recognition is one that says a lot about the moment.

I suppose I should see the whole action and what followed as a major victory towards the battle of breaking through the idea of unionizing into the mainstream of the game industry, a space that's notoriously hostile to the idea of any unions. I wish I could feel happy about that, but I don't really feel that way. The chaos generated from all the press towards that action meant there was a lot of stuff happening behind the scenes that I couldn't keep up with, so that fell on the hands of a few people who were willing to do all the work. A few were in a good position to climb themselves to the top of the organization because they were privy to a bunch of secret knowledge no one else knew. The chaos was being leveraged as a power grab, basically. And while that was happening, people's egos were inflating fifteen times the size of where they had been previously in the span of a few days, so they weren't about to buy into that the idea that this train should be at all slowed down for any reason. I had absolutely no control over anything, and it didn't feel like most people wanted to listen to any idea that wasn't about growing, and growing, and growing towards the biggest goal possible of unionizing the mainstream game industry. It didn't matter that most of the people involved were young and total outsiders with no real in-roads into the culture of the biggest game companies. All the press had massively inflated so many's ideas of what was actually possible. The whole thing became very weird and very intense and seemingly no one wanted to take a step back and reflect on what we actually had the power and resources to effectively do next.

Long story short: I stopped being involved shortly after, and haven't been involved since the first few weeks of its existence. I didn't regret it, but sometimes I still feel like I didn't try hard enough to push it into a different direction. Last month there was a lot of twitter drama unfolding about racism within GWU and I guess I felt both unsurprised and annoyed. Unsurprised because this clearly seemed to be the priority of "we need to focus our resources on mainstream game industry workers ('mainstream' being code for mostly cis white guys with resources)" playing out in real time. My hopes that the organization could provide a decent non-predatory safe space for a lot of the young and vulnerable people getting involved with the industry for their first time seemed to clearly not be a priority to a lot of people in leadership positions. Annoyed because of how a public accusation can quickly derail the focus on the big picture goals of what an entire organization is supposedly aiming for. In my mind GWU was never really supposed to exist as anything more than a stopgap idea to get people to think about unionization in games as a possibility. To me it had no real use beyond that. Especially when that organization mostly exists as a bunch of different dispersed groups that don't have much to do with each other. I welcome the idea of those groups breaking off and doing their own things. I think that is healthy. But on the internet of today that simply cannot be done. If you have any positive brand recognition, you must drive that into the fucking ground.

My fear with any organization like GWU is that people who are new join up because they want to do a good thing and meet more people, only to have a truckload of thankless labor thrown at them. Activist organizations that explicitly are there to advocate against abusive labor conditions within company workplace cultures often have absolutely no self-reflection on the ways that they're echoing those labor conditions within their own organizations. The intense moral pressure of "don't you care about doing the right thing?" can easily be held over people's heads and push them into doing a lot of work that might be worthless or counter-productive and just make them burn out. Especially when the organization is either not what a lot of the people who joined up thought it was (because that was never clearly communicated), or it wasn't focusing its goals enough in a particular direction to achieve any real change in the first place. And those who burn out aren't necessarily people who will ever come back, or be replaced. They have a reason to be mistrustful and feel suspicious that their labor was used to prop up the image of a brand name that doesn't represent them, and may have been just used increase the amount of public adulation directed towards big name members who are using the whole thing as a career-building exercise. So then when the backlash to something like GWU ends up happening further down the line, the lower level people who signed up face getting shunned for even having the gall to try and be involved in the first place, when they had absolutely nothing to do with the focus of the backlash.

Activist work is still work, and all work isn't created equal. Spur of the moment actions can ride a big wave of support but the longer lasting work needs to be planned and directed much more deliberately to bear fruit. On social media, where activists act like brands and brands act like activists, there are major hurdles to overcome. Ones that many activists seem reluctant to acknowledge at all, and might hand-wave away by saying things like "twitter isn't real life". The idea that there is any such thing as a 'real' or 'normal' person, that those people are inherently different from the people who spend a lot of time online, and that only the non-real online people really care about what happens online is a complete fantasy. Media literacy is more important than ever, because the work of activists has become such a dominant media spectacle. But discussions of media literacy are something many of the big figures of the "new left" tend to be broadly resistant to, because they're liable to dismiss it as a squiggly postmodern indulgence and a distraction. It's not comforting to people who want to steep themselves in a romanticized view of the struggle of the underclasses that's based more in historical fanfiction than any kind of reality.

A recent episode of the (apparently) always contentious Chapo Trap House podcast featured co-host Matt Christman bringing up an insightful point on the fixation by many protesters in the currently still-ongoing protests against police violence across the US towards toppling statues of racist historical figures as an act of symbolic protest. Christman said that many involved are trying to imagine this vision of a future where everything those statues represent is gone, which would necessitate the toppling of those statues in an act of celebration. Through the popular lens that we've come to view and understand much of history (often through historical documentaries that focus on particular iconic images of past struggle), the toppling of a statue is a shorthand for a regime or way of life that has fallen. But no such regime is anywhere close to falling, and we're very far from the actual mechanisms needed to reach that reality. So protesters become focused on the symbolic act of removing the statue as a pursuit unto itself, as a way of magically trying to shortcut the process and will that reality into existence. The symbolic becomes such an important focal point because our culture is so saturated in images, and they define how we understand everything. So the sharing and propagating these images on social media defines a lot about how we see the present moment. And it also can lead to a whole lot of people getting really high off their supply about what's happening before anything has really happened. So when we see the statue toppling shared across social media, we know it represents victory over a past regime so we might respond with those feelings of victory even though no such reality has taken place. Present reality is building itself up into becoming an iconic image of the future before it even has taken place. "Where were you?" we ask to ourselves in the future, before it's clear where there is to be in the present. We're trapped in a state where we're simultaneously in the late stages of a revolution and where the revolution hasn't happened yet at all, and it's all in our heads. Reality becomes defined by the collective fantasy, but it also isn't.

And it isn't particularly because, with all of our relentless focus on a need for absolute moral clarity and accountability, so many people who are completely morally bankrupt, who are existing in a time and place that should totally flay them alive for their total lack of any basic decency, are coming out better than ever. Riding the controversy has in fact entrenched them into the popular consciousness even deeper. They seem to just get more and more invincible, the harder we push. We have no idea how to hold those people accountable, or what actual accountability would even mean. We become absorbed by an overarching paranoia that manifests itself in us increasingly targeting and policing the people directly around us in order to just feel in any sort of control over the situation. And action becomes far less about a means to push towards any concrete goal because our focus is so frazzled by the chaos, and far more just an expression of frustration that makes us feel some kind of catharsis. Struggles of the present offer us a possible hope that we might be having some kind surrogate magical effect on the world stage, in a positive or even a negative way. Everything that's happening is always the most consequential or worst thing to happen, until it's escalated and one-upped by something else. We all have an increasing collective investment in the feeling that that has to be true in order to continue to feel like any of this is going anywhere. Everything becomes about trying to will that truth into existence, because the alternative is far too difficult to comprehend.

Is there anything virtuous or, more to the point, useful at all about action undertaken for the sake of action, in an age where everyone seems too frazzled and exhausted to put that action in a coherent direction? The existential threats of climate change, growing authoritarianism and hyper-nationalism, and the now-current reality of mass death via pandemics seem to be holding us hostage. We know that we have to do something, but every time that something feels like it may be moving in a semi-coherent direction, that gets thrown out the window and we're back to the chaos and confusion.

The 2010's were a decade where corporations were able to profit off our diminishing material possibilities and increasing distrust of authority and sell it back to us as empowerment. The 2010's were a decade where people in power were able to stir up constant chaos and panic as a way to make the public feel like their actions didn't matter to a degree that we'd never experienced before. The 2010's were a decade where the idea of collective struggle, even at the most grassroots level, became a commodity from its very inception because so much public life shifted onto to privately-owned platforms. The 2010's were a decade where activism and popular culture became inextricably tangled up inside each other, and all culture became defined by a search for absolute moral clarity in the midst of a reality that had none.

I come back to a quote from this review of Hannah Gadsby's (of Nanette fame) show "Douglas" from last year in the New Yorker by Hilton Als:

Blanche DuBois, that expert on the human heart, has told audiences for generations that the complications of being human preclude “straight” or uncontradictory behavior: there is a great deal of truth in nuance and ambiguity. And yet we are living at a time when nuance and all the confused intentions, desires, and beliefs that go along with it are considered less a way of understanding human frailty than a failure of “accountability.”
Anyone who is good enough at manipulating people can leverage this collective thirst for accountability to gain the moral upper hand and find people who will follow them fervently and loyally. Patrick Bateman mastered the art of having the moral upper hand when he spouted out a bunch of nonsense liberal platitudes and it didn't make him any less of a psychopath. It actually just solidified how much of a psychopath he is. The current landscape is defined by the powers of its best faith healers and con-men. Too many parties with no real insight or imagination to speak of stand far too much to benefit off of the current ecosystem for it to be a place that inspires much real hope for the future. I can only hope that the people with some actual insight and imagination will find better ways to claw their way to the surface of the endless waves of mind-numbing chaos we're all caught up in now.

As a decade, I hated the 2010's. Let's hope we can wrap our brains a bit better around the next one.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

i'm leaving games

i tweeted this out about a week ago, but basically: after this next month's QGCon and Indiecade (where i'll be doing a talk with David Kanaga about art and politics), i'll be leaving games. this has been a long time coming, and something i need to do for many reasons. the biggest one is that music has always been the most important thing in my life, but i never seriously thought i'd be able to make any kind of real career out of it for a long time. i have terrible performance anxiety and never really thought i had what it took to be a good producer either. there were other reasons, but a lot of why got into working on games stuff because i thought they'd make money. and of course i took an interest in game design, because it's something i've always been interested in. but over that time, my relationship with music evolved in a much healthier way. and i feel like i put had to put that and a lot else about myself aside when i moved here because i thought that's what i needed to be to be liked and successful in an industry like this. and also becomes videogame spheres really do demand of people involved in them to be forever pledged to them for eternity. and that has been extremely destructive to me.

the time i've spent in games has certainly been an interesting one. a lot has happened - it would obviously be impossible to summarize. i have been given some space to explore myself, for sure, and some people have been incredibly supportive and are what have kept me going over the years (and i'm eternally thankful to them). but outside these wonderful people, most of my experiences have been pretty awful and done a lot of damage to my emotional and physical health. needless to say, it's way past time for me to find a place for some healing from past hurt, and to be direct myself back on the right course - where i've always really wanted to go, in the end. a lot about my games career has screamed feelings of unhappiness and unfulfillment to me from the getgo, and i think that's just because i was doing something i've never been fully happy with. but i'm done with that now. now's a time to have more space to think about things without trying to be successful or be a brand, or spend all my time on the constantly anxiety-producing twitter. now's a time for me.

i'll also being moving out of the bay area to portland at the end of this month. there are many reasons for this, some of them personal. but basically, things weren't what i thought they'd be like here at all. it's expensive, it's full of tensions i knew basically nothing about and feel terrible about shoving myself into. i've had tremendous problems with the dynamics of social groups i've been a part of. i've felt a lot of selfishness here, the place is becoming unlivable in multiple ways. i have learned a lot and become a lot less ignorant about a lot of things, of course. i've connected to so many people in ways that would have blown my mind before. but a lot of it's been learned the hard way. i still go through a lot of stress and frustration about how everything went, and feel like a lot of my efforts have been wasted - especially emotional efforts i invested in people i probably shouldn't have been investing in in the first place. i will probably struggle with that for a long time. it's hard to let stuff go. i moved here with next to nothing and a lot of optimism and i'm leaving with much more than that and a lot of pessimism. hopefully these are things that can be shed over time, in a safer space. we'll see, i suppose. i still have some hope for the future, even if it's a very guarded hope.

--- SO HEY, since i haven't posted on here in forever, i figured it would be good to update this here blog on the happenings of the past year. the biggest thing, of course, is my Patreon - which is still my primary source of income. i still very much plan to do more with in it the coming months. i am eternally thankful to many people's generous support on here. without it there's no way i could have survived like i have. it's been a hard time, but i'm glad people have been there to get me through it. i hope you can continue to support me in the future ---

now, for more catching up:

~~~ first and foremost, i released some music this past June: "EP Year Zero". it's mostly older stuff, but i wanted to put it together in a nice place.

~~~ i did a talk at this past GDC called "The Power of the Abstract" which you can watch the video to (free!) there. it was a fairly big undertaking but a lot of people came and i was happy with the end result. the comments were, however, less than stellar. i also spoke with Isaac Schankler at this year's Different Games conference about unconventional approaches to composing game audio - the link to the video is there.

~~~ i was also on the jury for this past IGF Nuovo award which the fabulous Tetregeddon Games by the fabulous Nathalie Lawhead won. 

~~~ i did a series of videos on selected levels i like from Doom mods with commentary called "Doom Mixtape". the link to the full playlist is there.

~~~ in other youtube news, i did a few commentated playthroughs of increpare games and streamed myself playing through all six episode of Wolfenstein 3D (warning: audio is a little lo-fi) on twitch.

~~~ i wrote a couple articles you might have missed. the first is from last month - a piece i put up on Medium about FKA Twigs and the double-standards of online pop feminism. the second was for Offworld - a very personal piece about my getting into making games, my relationship with Braid and the inception of Problem Attic.

~~~ i did the sound library for Anna Anthropy's neat game tool Emotica Online and sound fx for Brandon Sheffield's ill-fated last Playstation Mobile game Oh, Deer!

~~~ i made a few Mario Maker levels you can find the codes and screenshots to them here.

~~~ as always, you can always find updates to the most important stuff i've done on my tumblr (like art, and any other things), in lieu of anywhere else. especially if i'm trying to spend less time on twitter!

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i've recently been fixated on watching a lot of retro game collecting shows on youtube. one is called "The Game Chasers", which involves a couple of men from Texas and their cohorts driving around to flea markets and game stores trying to get deals and catch each other 'slipping', as the catch phrase of the show goes. the show also features lots of farting and references to each other as "chodes", for those wondering about the quality of the programming here. another is called "Flea Market Madness" by PatTheNESPunk, who shows up to flea markets early in the morning to hunt for good deals on games with his friend Frank (my favorite part of the show), an older eccentric completely disinterested in games. Pat, by the way, is also known for employing a "but it's about ethics in game journalism" argument on youtube in the early days of GamerGate. so yeah, that's kind of what you should expect.

as strange as it sounds, i've become weirdly absorbed into both of these. part of it might be that their kind of game collecting is something actually very familiar to me. me and my brother collected NES games and followed the much smaller online NES community back in the late 90's/early 2000's (tsr's NES archive, anyone?) when he first got a job as a teenager. at one point we had close to 150 NES games, several boxed. it was, of course, easier to find stuff then than it is now, with a market much more interested in retro and the idea of owning the actual, real deal. and i was always more interested in playing the games than he was - which is probably why he sold most of them off not too long after.

a lot of this stuff is still swimming around in my head, but it permeates around Magfest, where several Game Chasers episodes were filmed. Magfest was my first game event of any kind - it was the place to meet up with people i knew from back from my time as a remixer/community member on OCRemix, which was a very formative (and often frustrating) website for me in my teens. i have fond memories of the two Magfests i went to - Magfest 8 & 9 (January 2010 and 2011), even if i had already basically moved away from that community several years back and my reunion was relatively short-lived. i still have a very awkward and complicated feelings about that phase of my life. but part of it was really meaningful and important to me, even if i seemed to grow out of it all very quickly.

i still think back and i try to visit that kind of unpretentious enjoyment of games and game music - before i knew much of anything about indie games. before i went to GDC. before i did any talks at any conferences. before i somehow became part of a "queer games scene". before anyone saw me as being "important". i look back with sadness, because it was still really fun and important time to me. but there was also such a sadness and emptiness at its core i've never been able to get over.

IRC channels i regularly spent my waking hours in my damaged state after college in were constantly filled with people talking about how awesome last years Magfest was, and how they got so drunk, and how next year will be even more epic. people structured their entire lives around it. so many didn't really have an existence or sense of purpose outside of it. i felt very much a part of this because of that. i still never understood why, if it was that important to them, they couldn't spend more time trying to make these things happen outside of Magfest. but i don't know how capable of it they really were. these were people living for an event that only lasted three or four days out of each year. just one little burst to bring them out of the monotony of their otherwise boring existence. post-Magfest depression was always such an immense thing for everyone for a reason. you came back, usually with a horrible flu, back to your normal existence. and it sucked. it's hard to have such a high and have to wait a year again for anything approaching that meaning in your life. i escaped all of this by going on my own path, maybe, but i still think i lost a lot in the process.

the fact is: i cried hysterically at the end of my second Magfest. it was meaningful to me as much as anyone else. i felt like my life was nothing at the time, and i didn't want to go back to it anymore. so i ran away from that life and into games. and found that land of internet fun and games was not at all what i thought it was.

i guess this also just goes back to the whole culture of retro gaming. these discarded bits of consumer culture become people's church, their mecca. they become such an important and fundamental part of their lives. they become holy in every sense of the world. and the culture becomes much more about how this reflects on them and their identity, and what happened in the past, and endlessly trying to re-own and relieve every event of your childhood, than generating new culture or engaging with stuff critically or seeing clearly. of course it is a clouded, manic kind of excitement that's very infectious and extremely unpretentious. and that manic energy is a far cry from the businesslike seriousness of GDC or all the cutthroat competition and social dynamics and pretensions of indie game/tech spheres, for sure, but there is no moving on in the world of videogame fandom. the love becomes a weird fetishism that can never be escaped from. everything is put on a pedestal forever, never to be removed or changed.

watching a video by Pat the NES Punk on the Flintstones: Return To Dinosaur Peak (one of the rarest NES games), i see the emptiness of this dynamic exposed in its rawest form. Pat's videos are filled with weird "why am i wasting my life" jokes and asides, but this video takes it to another level, into an absolutely excruciating level of pathos. at the end he makes a plea to his audience to consider why any of this is even important or valuable. at first, it seems to be a joke. but then the video just ends and never goes anywhere after that. and in that moment it seems, very clearly, to not be a joke. 

Pat poses a really good question to his audience that he obviously has no way of answering. in the end, if you're one of the lucky ones like him and you're a straight white guy from America with lots of disposable income - you can try and own everything. you can collect them all. you can search far and wide to try and save all these old cartridges from less loved fates. but you can never own what you really desire - to gain back your childhood. you can never really get back that feeling that you lost. it won't ever be like it was before. and you really never have space to discover yourself or move on from it healthily, because that's not what the culture is about. so instead of dealing with this trauma, we try to create bigger and bigger illusions and fantasies onto ourselves. we make it part of our world, hoping it will seep into our sense of being. but it can never bring us onto a path of awareness or clarity or fulfillment, where we can see these things for what they are and move on from them, happily. they will always be ghosts of the past stuck inside of us.

the thing i love about game culture is so many people try and preserve what creations were left behind by a ruthless, brutal market and bringing it back to the forefront in a passionate, sincere way. that's the best of what something like Magfest has to offer the world to me - an unaffected, infectious, incredibly excited exploration into the world of games (and especially the music, which i've always connected to so much). the thing i hate about game culture is there's no real creation, no challenging, no constructive criticism, no moving forward, no healing. the fundamental truths of games can never really be questioned unless you want to greatly offend people's entire basis for being. even as the industry moves on coldly and the world of indie games moves on just as coldly. and so it just seems, in the end, like the church for a lot of very damaged, lost people. and nothing i've ever experienced in games - even after several years of being involved in the "social justice warrior" side of games, has really challenged this fundamental truth for me.

so yes, maybe one day i will return back to making games. who knows? i still believe in the potential of the medium - there's so many directions you can go and that people are going in. there will continue to be the exceptions - the increpares or Tetrageddons. and i don't think my work in this sphere can ever really be done, for sure. but videogame culture - from the fans to indie games, to alt and queer games spaces, to game jams, up into the highest level of the industry, is and probably will forever remain very insular and closed off to outsiders. because of that, and many other reasons, i'm fine to have nothing really to do with it - or anything surrounding it - its conceptions, its critics, its creators, teachers, preachers and practicers - anymore.