Anyone who personally knows me KNOWS how much of a gaming fanatic I am. I have over 300 hours logged in just on Modern Warfare 3 alone, with two separate gamertags. My interests in games varies greatly: from FPS to RPG, fighters to puzzles, and anything in-between. We have about 250 titles just for Playstation 3 ALONE, not to mention older consoles. It still shocks some people to find out that behind my gamertag lies an actual girl. Welp, excuse me–woman (I use the term loosely).
I like to think I am pretty good. My record would show that, of course, I actually AM good.
Still, some men just cannot handle the fact that they are..,well…simply not as good as I am.
I find it amusing that, upon entering a lobby, if you have a gamertag that has anything to do with femininity whatsoever, people call you out on it.
“DrNikki? I wonder if she’s really a girl. I bet she’s ugly. I bet she’s really a man.”
I try my hardest to bite my tongue and NOT plug my headset in and inform them just how wrong they are–I like to let my gaming speak for itself. But a few weeks ago, someone said something directed my way that I just could not keep quiet about.
I was playing Domination on one of the newer maps, and was doing fabulously. I believe I was 22-3 from what I can remember. Doesn’t really matter. All you need to know is I was pulverizing the other team without mercy. The match ended, with me reigning over the map with an osprey gunner, silently reveling in my valiant efforts to defeat the opposition… when I heard some guy on the other team. He was whining, probably over his own lack of ability in the game, and perhaps the fact that he just got beat by someone with the gamertag ‘DrNikki’.
That’s when he said it. He gave me the highest honor I’ve ever achieved. He called me a cheater.
“DrNikki, you’re a CHEATER!” He shouted, sounding mean and sure of himself. He was no teenager, that was for sure, so I decided to plug in my headset and ask why he thought I was a ‘cheater.’
“You just ARE. You’re a CHEATER!” He yelled again.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, dude. I’m a 26 year-old stay-home-mom. I’m not a cheater. I’m just good. You just aren’t as good as I am, is all. It’s okay.”
And then he left the lobby. I could imagine that him hearing that not only did he just get pummeled, but he was pummeled at the hands of a diaper-changing, baby-talking, sweet as pie MOM– that’s gotta hurt at least a little. But why? Why is so strange to get beaten at a video game by a girl–whoops, there I go, again–woman? Why?