A couple of my friends and I were reminiscing about my fights with gamers over the past years, and one gem in particular came up. It still makes me rage and laugh enough that I want it to start my Encounter section.
My corner of upstate NY doesn’t have a lot, but it does have a small game store that sells all kinds of retro goodness. I credit them for 90% of my game cabinet, especially my horror collection. I’ve been there enough that the guys behind the counter know my name and are quick to give me an updated inventory of what they have. I’ve even been asked to recommend games to other people while browsing the shelves. If I could marry an inanimate object, it would be this store.
Of course, it’s also located near the local high school. This means that depending on when you go, it can be flooded with testosterone and Call of Duty maniacs. I’ve had my fair share of encounters with teenage boys who either think God has gifted them with a woman in the store or think that I have no business being there. It’s been an even split so far. Because of this, you’d think that I would be used to all kinds of abuse about being a female gamer.
Nope, I still had one recently that caught me off guard.
About a year ago, I called ahead to make sure they had a replacement copy of Clock Tower 3 (mine had died a tragic death). As I was talking to the cashier about the theme of schoolgirls in horror, a dad and his two sons walked in to make trades. I stepped aside to let my friend work while the kids ran around to look for games.
A few minutes later, I overheard one of the kids complaining that the used copies of Halo 3 looked like garbage. The cashier told the kid that it didn’t matter because he was too young to play it anyway. What followed is a conversation that truly needs to be read fully to be believed.
Kid: What about her? She’s, like, 12! I bet you’d let her buy it. (Note: I’m the ‘her’.)
Me: I’m actually 13. And I’ve played it. It blows.
Kid: Obviously you’ve never played anything of quality.
Me: Obviously you’ve never played a Mario game in your life.
Kid: (picks up Call of Duty): Whatever. Hey dude, tell me what the back of this says.
Cashier: Um, no. You can read.
Kid: No I can’t.
Me: That’s why you can’t play Halo. Reading is a requirement.
Kid: Shut up, bitch!
Cashier: Sir, tell your son to stop harassing my other customer.
Dad: *mumblebumblemumble*
Kid: She’s not buying anything. Girls can’t play video games.
Me: Okay, wrong button to be pushing. I’ve been playing video games since before you were even a thought in Mom and Dad’s head.
Kid: Whatever. Games were made for boys and girls who play are just trying to impress someone.
Me: Of course! How could I be so stupid! What have I been thinking, playing Prince of Persia and Dynasty Warriors alone in my room? I could have been impressing my soul mate or future strip club boss!
Kid: (stares for a few seconds) Dynasty Warriors doesn’t exist, you idiot.
Me: (goes to shelf and picks up DW 2, 3, and 4 XL) Clearly you’re a paragon of wisdom. I will buy you a copy of Halo 3 if you can prove that the book doesn’t exist either.
Kid: What game are you holding?
Me: Clock Tower 3. It stars a female character with super powers who is slightly older than me.
Kid: You’re totally trying to get with the cashier.
Me: Yep, the way to a man’s heart is with serial killers and underage girls. You’ll learn this some day.
Kid: Whatever, asshole. Dude, I said read this to me.
Cashier: No.
Me: I think I’m done here. I’ll be back later this week for Extermination and possibly The Darkness.
Cashier: *whispers* Don’t leave me.
Kid: Dude, stop making games up.
Me: Learn to read and maybe you’ll be able to find them in this store.
Kid: Why are you being a bitch? You can’t accept that guys are better than girls?
Me: I’d debate this with you, but your sexist brain can’t handle it.
Kid: Stop making up words!
Me: Learn to read words! Oh, and you should really try Mario Kart. Princess Peach is one of the best characters for beginners. And by the way, I lied. I’m totally 23. (Hands cashier a $10 and leaves.)
Yeah. I’ve gotten this a lot from teenage boys, although they don’t give me bullshit about making up games. Apparently they learn to read by the time they reach puberty. But this one blew me away. Not only was this kid giving me lip and swearing at me, but his dad was just looking on like nothing was wrong. The other kid disappeared as soon as his brother started talking to me. That makes me wonder how confrontational this kid is at home.
I’ll admit that I probably could’ve handled the situation like a mature adult, but I can’t let a statement like “girls don’t play games” go. Obviously we do. As of the last survey by the ESRB in 2011, girls make up nearly half of the gaming population.
I’d have mentioned this to my young friend, but I’m not convinced he’s any better with numbers.