Anita sarkesian was on the scene for years before gamer gate and as far as i am concerned is a snake oil salesmen that has nothing to do with the ethics debate, and is tangentially involved because of her kick starter scam, where she is what 4 years over due on the completation of her project that she took several hundred grand for and is right now 2/5s complete. Plus the fact her videos are poorly researched and full of bland assertions. Basically the same arguments they 10 years ago except replace violence with sexism. And yes when you are fucking someone who mentions your game, it is proper ethics to have the writer either recuse themselves or atleast disclose it. Care to name that female reviewer? And I'm still waiting for those websites. And agian look at the current convos going on the only times she is ever mentioned is when people are explaining how it started, or sometimes her current work with con. Beyond that, its true she doesn't matter she is princep of gamergate.
Also I never said she had to, not her job. You claimed she did and I corrected you, it was actually Nate greyson's job to do that when he mentioned her game. That is why she doesn't matter, Nate Greyson and people like are the ones that matter, the gamesjournopro list is what matters, the gamers are dead declaration where 10 publications put the same article on the same day is what matters.
Also I never said she had to, not her job. You claimed she did and I corrected you, it was actually Nate greyson's job to do that when he mentioned her game. That is why she doesn't matter, Nate Greyson and people like are the ones that matter, the gamesjournopro list is what matters, the gamers are dead declaration where 10 publications put the same article on the same day is what matters.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
