SiSSYFiGHTiNG

And Priscilla-proud of it too. 

Unforgettable Sissy Felicia - remember?

Flaming Sissy Smith

Sort of.

You see, this inescapable Web 2.0-ish stuff is pretty damn funny.
Most often in a bizarre way that will reach out and touch you.

And it stings.

Especially when that proverbial eleven-year-old mind pimp-slaps you with her keyboard at more mental Mbps than your little DSL of an ego can handle.

 Let's plagiarize here for a minute.

S[*]SSYF[*]GHT turned the usual tropes of gaming upside-down. Everyone was forced to be a girl, and the game playfully encouraged backstabbing, flame wars, and a ruthless mob mentality.

Wunsuponatyme there was an idea that kept buggin' me and wanted to be blogged about. A little bit of sentimental stuff about the 'put down',  the 'backstab', 'hair-pulling' and mindless mob going mental on itself kind of spectacle.

What was alluring for me is that the ancient piece of hardware, virtually a dial-up... that slower piece of high tech I was using at the time could actually be used to 'play the game' - a game that was much, much more than point and click, click, click....

A lot of the social dynamics of the game were familiar when I stared reading blogs, just a little more than two years ago.

Only, the SiSSY-game, game of almighty games, clearly states what the objective is:

S[*]SSYF[*]GHT is a game of social interaction and psychological strategy. Every player starts with 10 self-esteem points, and your goal is to reduce the self-esteem of the other players. If there are one or two girls left at the end of a round, they win.

For a short while, it was a fun experience and I did considerably well at being a rotten little bitch.

However, I kept it clean. 

There was a moment I realized that some of the people deeply connected to their avatars were pretty ruthless...going at whoever was behind the screens.

Kids, just kids were divulging their personal information that only provided more ammunition for the other side. The other side? Yeah, effectively anyone else who happened to be playing.

Though the game might appear to be designed for children, there were young adults and college kids with more than enough time on their hands - clearly addictive types; they were already junkies.

"Some people are hungry, they just don't know what for..."

Getting laid in college, like in Japan, doesn't require much in terms of social skills. I can't imagine anything better than sex, 'cept maybe herione, so anyone who is hooked on the electronic box has issues.

While the dynamic medium of blogging can obviously take on a similar feel to the sissy arena, there's so much more that can be done through the collective that is mind-blowing.

People just seem to have this idea that the 'collective' is all warm and fuzzy. 

It ain't.

And  understanding boundaries is hella important. Not like it ever wasn't.

Beyond a certain point, there's part of something in the architecture of the educational boxes over here that functions more than simply inflicting imaginary paper cuts to a kids self-esteem. While obliviousness might seem like a temptation, for some of us, our concerns are grave.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some serious TEASING to do. 

"Is that you, Kamo?!"

(No mustache!)

Everybody who's ever commented here, you know...

Your just too good to be true...