Category: Hitman: Absolution

When the Saints Come Marchin’ In: Sexism in Hitman

So I've thought a bit more about that Hitman trailer. Read around a bit about it. Saw what the haps was.

It is really disheartening to read comments from guys on this subject because they are so goddamn clueless. I mean, I really want to just be all "Well, they don't know any better". 'Cause they don't. But at the same time, they're so dismissive and rude about it. "Bitches making a mountain out of a molehill" essentially. If it's a molehill, it's still there and needs to be addressed.

But let's talk a little about what the social justice warriors are saying about it.

The predominant thing I saw people complaining about about was why those columnists who objected to the trailer seemed so reluctant to say outright that it was sexist to have 47 beat up all these sexualized women and why people were so focused on the trailer not being reflective of the gameplay.

It's sort of a tangled subject, but I'mma try and sort it out.

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November 2019
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 Channing sent me a wedding gift. Now I have to PICK which fur to wear on fancy occasions.  Reupholstered Simon's office chair. It was in a sad state, sheddin' bonded leather debris everywhere. Now it's a nice gray faux suede.
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    The AO3 Tag of the Day is: Renaissance fanart

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