Showing posts with label Privateer Press. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Privateer Press. Show all posts

Monday, March 2, 2015

Warmachine Widow

Day 54: Don't expect your wife to like games if they are your mistress. 

Today I received a tweet from a new reader that asked about how to encourage his wife to participate in playing games together.  The short answer is, it is not about wanting to play, but wanting your wife.  

There is this uncomfortable moment when a beautiful woman enters the room and to your utter dismay your partner reacts in one of following two ways: they stare with longing, or obviously are trying with every part of their existence not to stare.  No matter your orientation or what stage in your relationship you want to hold someone’s gaze and imagination.  The masculine gaze should not and cannot be reduced to insecurity, but I use this example to illustrate that playing with your partner is never about getting them to do something—it is about keeping them in your sights. 

My Nemesis Warmachine
For the last two years the proverbial other woman in the room has been the game Warmachine.  It is a tabletop miniature game that requires construction and painting of an army.  For my husband every spare moment has been spent listening to podcasts, reading books, and message boards.  But privateer press is not his only source of readings, he receives at least 20 texts a day from other players.  No place in my home is safe from his obsession and there is Warmachine in the bathroom, bar, garage, kitchen, car, and even in our bedroom.  My partner has taken road trips for his addiction to San Diego, Vegas, Pasadena, and Tehachapi.  The only role that Warmachine has had in my life over the last two years is as a time suck, that increases clutter, and is an expensive hobby.  I do not know enough about the game to determine my feelings towards it, all I know is that my husband chooses it over me, every time.


Just Do It: Play Games with your Wife 

Playing LoTR card game with hubs
Last month my partner remarked that, “it would mean the world to him if I would try to play the game Warmachine.”  First off, he has never once asked me to play this game. I have four jobs, was finishing my doctorate, and recently re-committed to this whole blogging thing so I am pretty busy.  But my reply was simple, "if it meant so much you should have just set up a short game for us to play so I had a chance to try it."

That was last month and though he has verbalized again his hope that I will try it, he has still never initiated a game. 

Gamer, Geek and Half Marathon Runner 

Besides gaming, all things Buffy, and yoga: I also enjoy running.  My partner signed up to run a half marathon with me and then at the last moment thought he could not do it. I packed some icy hot, taped up his knees and dragged him to the run.  We stayed together the entire 13.1 miles and he crossed the finish line just like I knew he could.  Since he almost cried when he moved our garbage can to the curb last night due to soreness, I am thinking he will likely not adopt my hobby, but not because I did not make every attempt to share it with him.

Gamer Wife Tip: If you want your partner to play, don’t whine, beg, or guilt-trip: just keep setting up games until you find one that you both love.  A game that reminds you how much you love to be together and why you chose this person in the first place.
the view from the Heavenly Half Marathon with the hubs March 1, 2015


Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Living in the Shadow of a Kick A$$ Wife

Day 41: With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility

I cannot get into my partners head and now that I know there were lots of secrets not having super powers is making me crazy. 

The Wind Beneath my Wings

Despite problems in my relationship, 2014 was the most successful year of my life.  I joined the kid’s school PTA board, passed the level 1 Iyengar yoga certification, completed my Doctoral dissertation, presented at 4 national conferences, got published, got a PS4, was elected to CTA assembly, was re-elected to CFA executive board.  But my favorite memory was kissing my husband at the top of the Empire state building.  Yup my life was awesome.

It has often been remarked that I am a force of nature and do not know how to do things halfway.  Lately, I have been thinking about what it is like to be married to someone described as a “force” (aka me).  Now that everything is falling apart, it is difficult not to feel that my ambition, success, drive, and openness did not sabotage my relationship.  Then I remember: that professional women should not dim their bright light because someone they love lives in their shadow.

An Open Book

For the last 42 days I have been writing about games, emotions, and my relationship.  The blog is a means to love the hubs, vent, and to keep fighting for my relationship with game play.  He is an intensely private person whereas I am open book (I enjoy games, yoga, whiskey, and the hubs).  While I am trying so hard to be better gamer, wife and support to him sometimes I worry that my blog is yet another way that I am trying too hard.  I want the hubs to be happy.  However, I am not going to stop trying; trying is what I do.  But hiding and secrecy is what he does/did.  Do we both need to change?

Playing the Wife  

Playing games and loving my hubs are the two things that I used to think were easy.  I could do them without thinking, without qualifying, without trying.  Now, I question everything.  Is my sh*t talking and crazy competitive streak too much? When we game do we need co-op only games?  Should I blog my every thought?  Should I say my every thought?  Should I strive to be a docile, obedient, and submissive wife?  If you attended my wedding or have ever spent five minutes in a room with me you know that the last question was sarcasm.  But I do know for shir it would be easy for him to walk away from our marriage and find a woman with much less professional success; I suck at playing the wife but I am usually pretty darn good at everything else that I do.

Updates

The hubs got me Buffy the Vampire Slayer board game in the mail circa the early 2000’s.  I cannot wait to blog about playing this game. 

February 2015 has been a big month, earlier this week I was trolled on google+ for being a “feminist tool” and then re-tweeted as a “dirty harlot.”  I think these trolls were intended as insults but they totally made my day.  As a couple we both completely geeked out when we were re-tweeted by both privateer press and TableTop. 

It is surreal that people are actually reading our blog, even though Wil Wheaton continues to ignore us.  The comments section of the blog is starting to populate with others who identify with games as a way to save a relationship.  Please keep a lookout on the blog later this week for my 6-year old son/ Wheaton fanboy, Nate.  He is working with his 7-year old sister, Inara, on a video plea for Wheaton to come to Bakersfield.  I am not sure Wheaton can say no to all this cuteness but just in case heckle him in your free time.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Rapists, Video Games, and Valentines Day

Day 35: Gamer Gate and Gone Girl the Game

My last blog post was about how digital spaces do not replace RL interaction.  But today I want to illuminate that what happens online does matter, it matters a whole lot.

Getting Punched by Gamer Gate

Yesterday, I guest lectured in a Women & Gender Studies course on the subject of sex and video games.  I had a chance to throw some Extra Credits, Colbert and TED talks in the mix.  During the presentation I surprised myself, because even though it has been a while, every time I watch Anita Sarkeesian talk about Gamer Gate in her TED talk I am uncomfortable.  This powerful feminist is clearly pained as she discusses the virtual threats of violence she has suffered just because she deconstructs problematic representations in games.  I heart me some video games but there are some games that just disgust me.   But I digress really the part that stuck out to me was my emotional reaction to a discussion of bullying, hate, and virtual violence against women.  Because men think that their behavior online does not impact RL when it really hurts women, even a confident kick-ass feminist, just as much as getting punched in the face.  When you sit at your computer and type the words that a woman deserves to be raped, murdered, or beaten no one is laughing, certainly not the woman who has to live with those threats.  Because even without those words being typed those are real life realities for women everywhere.

Women still have reasons to be afraid when we walk to our cars in the darkness.  More women have armed themselves for fear of both the predators they know and the ones they don’t .  To emphasize this reality, a cardinal rule of prostitution is that women don’t drive to locations because having a car increases the chance they will be beaten or murdered ten fold.  When you joke on the internet about killing, cheating, maiming, raping, or beating women, we feel fear, because everyday we have to live in a patriarchal society where violence against us is our reality. 

And I did not mean to say that women are not culpable of nefarious virtual behavior that bleed into the margins of RL because yes, women can be jerks too.  

Gone Girl and a Gamer Scorned

Spoiler Alert: If  you have not seen it stop reading because this post totally ruins the movie. 

The movie Gone Girl is a roller coaster because although the main protagonist Amy is a crazy person, there are many moments during the movie that I empathize with her.  As the story unfolds, Amy describes this perfect moment when her husband wipes the sugar from her lips as when she found her soulmate.  Later in the movie she follows her husband and finds him in the same exact intimate moment, wiping sugar from the lips of a younger woman he is cheating with.  Yup that guy is a total jerk, if you are going to cheat at least come up with some new moves.  I hazard to write this next section because maybe my reaction can be attributed to being raised in a patriarchal culture with distorted understandings of relationships and romance. But people, people like me, want moments that belong to them.  And when we have to share we might just loose our sh*t like Amy, but hopefully not that bad.

Because it was Lincoln’s birthday, and the hubs is a teacher, the whole clan was home on Monday.  It may not surprise folks that we spent most of the day playing games.  At one moment in my PJ’s I mentioned to my partner that I am glad a specific video game we play together belongs to me.  After a few hours of growing tension between the two of us, he admitted that over the last year he actually played that game with another woman.  I do give him credit for fessing up, that games don’t just belong to me but it doesn’t make it sting less.

Our friendship, our marriage, my sanity, and our blog all are based on the idea that games might be our salvation.  But like Amy, it is hard to hold on to hope when you discover the things in your life that were never really yours to begin with.

Valentine’s day is just around the corner but instead of buying chocolate, or flowers, or diamonds, or silly hallmark cards give someone a moment.  Give them a moment, or a game, that belongs just them.  Give someone a moment, and never take it away or you deserve whatever you have coming.



Stalking Update: The hubs was re-tweeted by privateer press for his new obsession with an ongoing family RPG that he is slated to blog about sometime soon.  I will admit I am a jealous of his retweet because I am still stalking Wil Wheaton in the hopes we can get him to Bakersfield to play some board games and I feel like I am losing momentum.