I’m still playing Death Mark

Eita’s kind of an odd character for an optional party member. He’s cowardly, he’s unathletic, and his character portrait constantly has sweat rolling down his face. Still, he seems more informed about what’s going on than Christie. I might as well try him.

I can’t progress without climbing a tree, and he’s too heavy to make it up.

I need to get past a dog that hates men, so I can’t have him along.

You know what, after I solve these puzzles, I’m going to go back and bring him after all, just because the game is trying to force me not to. I want to see what happens when I keep going against the grain.

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As much as feminists mock anti-feminists for talking about “misandry,” anti-feminists seem strangely uninterested in how and why women might hate men. I’ve seen them talk about why women might fear men, why women might envy men, and why women might hate the world in general, but when they talk about women specifically hating men, it’s treated as something that just happens for no explainable reason. Accordingly, they never consider what might be done to prevent women from hating men, only to prevent women who hate men from having the power to do anything about it. 

Today I learned that there are rationalist multiples

I am surprised and impressed. I’ve always felt a little awkward about how both rationalists and multiples read my work, because I was afraid the rationalists were going to come in and start mocking the multiples for “faking” or “being crazy” or some shit.

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Inspired by this.

Every once in a while, someone looks at a society where men are allowed to do things, but women are only allowed to ask men to do things, and says women are incredibly privileged in that society because they never have to do things and can ask men to do them instead. Naturally, this is willfully ignorant of what happens when men refuse to do the things women aren’t allowed to do, and it’s getting the privilege exactly backwards.

This informs how I think about the idea that children have some manner of “privilege” compared to adults. You eat because the adults choose to feed you, and if they chose not to, you would starve. My strongest memories of childhood are of trying to figure out how to convince authority figures they’d screwed up, without ever making them think I felt any sense of superiority over them for their mistake, because I knew that only bad things could come of adults deciding I was “arrogant.”