Table of contents for PAX Reflections
- PAX Reflections: On Being a Gamer
I realize the site was fairly dead last week. A lot of it had to do with the fact I was preparing to attend PAX for the first time. I was trying to figure out what to pack, what panels and events to try to attend, and how to not let my introversion get the better of me.
It turns out that I should have been thinking about how I reconcile being a girl and a gamer; being a writer in a room full of developers, designers, and players; and being an introvert who loves rhythm games.
We’ll start with that first one, because it really colored my adventures at PAX and confirmed a personal belief. I had originally identified two panels on women in gaming that might be worth attending. One of them sounded like it was going to quickly degenerate into man bashing and bra burning, so I crossed it off my list. The other one really resonated with me. The panel was supposed to be discussing the girl gamer, but the women on the panel tended to talk about themselves as gamers…and then remembered they were supposed to be talking about being girl gamers. In fact, the panel and audience seemed to come to a consensus that to truly make progress in improving the situation for girl gamers, we should all probably just refer to ourselves as “gamers” instead of “girl gamers”. (As many people have pointed out, when was the last time you heard a man say, “I’m a guy gamer.”?) Essentially, we need to stop making gender an issue. (Gee, why does that sound familiar?)
When they opened the floor to questions, the very first girl at the mic tried to promote her geek girl convention, and a number of the audience walked out.
On Saturday, I was waiting to play a bit of live-action D&D (with beach ball-sized, heavy d20s!) with my (male) roommate. This woman approached me out of nowhere, thrust her business card into my hand, and asked me to read her blog. I tried politely to get out of it, but she was persistent. She was probably younger than me, dressed very matronly, and shoving a card for her geek girls blog into my hand. And only my hand. There was five or six geeks within easy reach…and she singled me out because I was the only girl. I thought about saying something to her, but I just couldn’t make myself waste the energy.
Of course, I did have the stereotypical problem on Friday of exhibitors looking at the picture on my shirt (I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt here. It’s a great shirt!) On Saturday, I didn’t have that problem. More of the exhibitors were looking me square in the eyes, very friendly…and then we got to the Rift booth. The guy seemed kind of nervous as he was talking to me, and he finally admitted he liked my shirt but was terrified of what I’d say about him. It was then that I really thought about the fact I was wearing my blogging shirt.
Because I promised him I would, I’m going to take a moment and just say that the man and woman manning the Rift booth when we got there were among some of the nicest people we met (and we met quite a few really nice people, some of whom will get bragged on later in the week). They knew their product. They were both very engaging with Dustin and me, even before they could see my shirt. I enjoyed the few minutes we spent chatting with them, so he had nothing to worry about.
His reaction to my shirt did make me wonder, though, how much of what I’d experienced that day was aimed at kirylin the gamer, at Becca the girl, or at Rebecca the blogger. Just the fact that I was driven to think about that suggests that maybe we’re already one step closer to gaining ground as being just gamers…or just bloggers…or just bloggers who like to game…err…gamers who like to blog. Something like that!







