Thursday, November 1, 2007
The rape of the stepford.
**disclaimer** This post will have little or no structure, probably will make sense to no one (not even me) but sadly my ADHD means that if I try to make it make sense, the post won't get made.
Todays thoughts were started by an article I read recently from the SL Herald. For those of you too lazy to click it's basically the tale of one woman getting 'assaulted' and 'killed' by a random griefer in front of her kids. Sounds terrible, no?
Oh how she must of suffered, the outrageous trauma of being stunned into such fear that she was unable even to click the little X. Hmm...
Anyways, you don't need me to go over thoughts on how utterly retarded this is, you can read the comments in the article. However I was rather intrigued so I set off to the sim in which this 'atrocity' occured in, and oh to my surprise it was the brainwashing camp of the stepford.
I've had a long and interesting relationship with stepfords. They lurk in droves outside the school at 9am. Hair all shiny and perfectly in place. Make up that perfect tone of 'I've spent three hours putting two tonnes of slap on to make me look like a natural beauty'. Their children also have shiny hair and have probably had some delicious breakfast with extra vitamins and been wrapped up snugly in fresh cleanly ironed clothes in order to be able to brave the harsh interior of their bicyclist and environment killing range rover. *takes deep breath*
Then there's me, hair looking like I lick plug sockets for a living, if there is any make up it's a residue of the previous nights activities (thus revealing raging hangover). Obscure stains on clothing, slobbing around and growling at everyone. Children have been fed toast, perhaps with jam. Which is still on their chins.
You can see how we don't get on.
Now I've often worried that I may come across a bit stepford in SL, I mean my hairs nice, unless I'm doing the gritty thing my clothes look clean and I generally look, together. Until I found this place. It's one of those freakish communities where people go dancing, and pop into each others houses. When they know who'll be online and so forth. I bet they even have village hall meetings, and a village hall to meet in. Of course now the herald article all makes sense. I very much doubt any of these people actually leave their sim. They loiter around in there poofy dresses (pink and white with apples on, natch) and their suits and talk about kittens and cystitis. They all wear underwear and think riding crops are for horses.
Maybe they're all stepfords in RL, maybe they came into SL, took one look at all the free sex, nudity, dog fucking, goreans and headed for the hills. If this is the right answer, then they should turn off public access and continue in their lil' bubble.
Or maybe they're all like me? Sat at their pooters scratching the dirt off their monitors and eating noodle sandwiches. Pretending that they're all together and wonderful and upstanding pillars of the community.
I didn't stay that long, so who knows, they might shag each other senseless with jagged prims the minute I left but I doubt it.
My final thought is this. Maybe they're all weird and deranged but they are obviously the best roleplayers in the whole of the metaverse. To take such interaction of a pretty standard scene in rp circles and make it create such an impact is a skill I can't even contemplate pulling off.