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Warning: This week I quote a patently offensive joke involving domestic violence.

Timing is everything.

I think I mentioned that I’m a bit of a gamer, yes?  As part of my effort to make some social contacts out here, I go on Wednesday evenings to the local gaming shop and partake in the silliness that is Wizards of the Coast-spawned Encounters, based on D&D.

Yes, I know they bought D&D.  I have some Opinions about what they’ve done with 4th edition, and most especially with Encounters.

I’d like to thank my fellow gamers there for giving me something to blog about this week, because I kinda put it all out there last week and didn’t have a good plan for this week.

Hurr!  Hurr!  Boobs!

The group there is about half folks old enough to be President and half folks in their early twenties.  Including me, there’s two women out of the eight or so regulars in the Encounters group and the proportions are about the same for the other store patrons on Wednesdays.  This seems to still be fairly typical for ‘serious’ gaming environments.

Which is why, I suppose, they still consider it ok to make women-as-object jokes.

I’ve been doing the thing most women do when they consider the overall experience still worthwhile – considering polite ignoring of such jokes part of the price I pay for interacting with other folks in an activity I enjoy.  On good days, I respond with some non-hate-y humor of my own, and from time to time put in a sharp line of not-what-you-expected wit.

I play male characters not infrequently; humor befalls the players who happen to forget that.

I used to pretty much take this kind of low-level mysogyny in stride.  Whatever, whatever.  This week, not so much.

Your jokes tell me who you are.

This week, near the end of the game, two of the guys about my age in the group started trading flat-out women-hating “jokes”.  After two or three, the exchange culminated with this one:

“What do you call a woman with two black eyes?”
“Nothing!  You already told her twice!”

And they both laughed.

The rest of us, just sat there, stunned and uncomfortable.  Including, sad to say, me.

I mean, what is there to say to that kind of complete asshole behavior?  What could I say that might not be dismissed as just being a reactionary, irrational, defensive, feminist that hates all men?

After a minute of pained silence, I just plowed on with the conversation about dividing up the loot.

In the long run, though, just ignoring it and moving on isn’t enough.  No matter what your parents told us as kids about ignoring bullies until they give up, that’s a tactic for the times when you don’t have a choice about being there.

I have a choice about going to the gaming group.  One of my options is not to go – to decide that listening to this kind of crap is a price too high for a few hours of entertainment. But then we all lose.

It’s a matter of trust.

I was thinking about this in the Shower of Anti-Productivity, and trying to figure out what drove them to tell and laugh at that particular joke.  By the time I was done with the conditioner, I concluded that it comes down to one of two options:

1. They think domestic violence is OK.
   AND/OR
2. They enjoy making me uncomfortable and unhappy.

That’s pretty much it for potential reasons.  I’m hard-pressed to come up with a reason that doesn’t boil down to one of those two.  They are both pretty lousy reasons, and I am not ruling out the possibility that it is both (embrace the power of “and”).

On the other hand, it’s totally fucking useful to know this.  Now I know how far I can trust them – which is to say, I trust them to be assholes.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s the answer.  To peel back the social facade and the veneer of civility they’re pretending to, and let them know that we see what they did there.

So – to my fellow gamers, let me say this:

Thank you.  Thank you for letting me know exactly where you stand on domestic violence and the value you place on the women in your lives.

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