Wait, did I say “playing Prince of Persia”?
I meant reading Jameson on Jameson: Conversations on Cultural Marxism. What did you think I meant? What, you people like me participate in mass entertainment culture? A mass entertainment culture with Orientalist elements? And write about it? Using our own names? While struggling to maintain the veneer of genuine intellectual engagement with the, uh… the… uh…
What do the kids intellectually engage with nowadays? Genuinely, I mean.
Anyway, I’m just seeing if you’re paying attention.
This game is so sweet – I can taste it in the back of my throat. And, you know, a lot still needs to be said about the exaggerated portrayals of women in the video game ‘verse – but it’s good to remember that fellas like my Prince here are pretty exaggerated as well, and that is sort of endearing to me at the moment. I’ll admit it, I’m not above ogling game characters. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s a work of art. It be pweety.
Perhaps there is a lesson in the fact that Boyfriend doesn’t immediately drop and do a hundred push-ups upon watching me spend my entire day with the Prince. Perhaps it is a grim one.
Yeah. So. Be back. Er. Whenever.