You Game Like A (Fat) Girl – Trolling and Haters Gonna Hate

It took me a little while to write this. Why you ask? Because the topic tends to get my blood pressure up. So here goes.

PaxEast was by and large one of the best convention experiences of my life. I got a chance to get up in front of an audience of people and talk about one of my favorite topics of all time: gaming. I got a chance to look women in the eye and say “this is an industry for you and by you” and be supportive of others. I got a chance to talk about representation of women in games and voice my opinions.

It was also my opportunity to get trolled. Very hard.

The forms of trolling came as follows:

First, during the actual panel, we were being live streamed on Twitch.tv. The stream has a chat room associated with it that was live even before our panel’s cameras went hot. As we sat on stage, discussing what we would be saying, text messages began to fly to my phone. “Don’t open the chat!” they warned. “Don’t look at it.” Another told me that everything that is wrong about women’s treatment in geek culture was being spewed into that chat room. To this day, people have warned me not to look at that chat log. Why? Because we got nailed by every bit of filth spewing out of the internet. I’m going to spare everyone the trash because that’s what it was – trash. But there is one thing I’m going to comment on. And that’s how I got smacked around for my weight. So I’ll let folks who haven’t met me in on a little secret?

I’m fat. Heavy. Obese. Whatever you want to call it. I am a nearly six foot tall large woman.

Apparently that point, obvious to anyone with eyes and cognitive function, turned off the hearing receptors in some folks’ heads the minute I started talking at the panel. And suddenly the trolls thought it was amusing to find how many ways they could call me fat. Because engaging with the actual material of a discourse was too difficult perhaps? Who knows. Anyway, I got this told to me second hand because I was too busy, you know, being on a panel to pay attention. Later, I was told to shake it off.

Then someone passed me a YouTube video commenting on the panel. It’s from a woman who decided to spend thirty-four minutes bashing the hell out of our panel for everything from the content to the audio quality (which by the way is not something we have control over?). Now I don’t mind a spirited debate about panel format or content – several blogs commented on the content of our arguments and I’m cool with that. But it was the introduction she gave to each of us that made me sit up and take notice. See, this YouTube responder decided to make little sketches of us and, as opposed to using the internet to look up our names (printed in the PaxEast schedule on their website, given at the end of the panel on a slide or clearly said aloud at the beginning of the panel), decided to give us little nicknames instead. Here’s mine:

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Big. Yup, couldn’t even come up with a better one than a three letter word. No complicated grammar here. Just BIG.

What does one say to that?

Well, let’s start here with this:

YES. Congratulations. You have eyes. So, can we move on now?

The internet is known as a place where you need to have thick skin. The level to which people will put their hands on a keyboard and spew the most horrific, rude, ridiculous shit in the world amazes me. What also amazes me is the way people seem to believe that the instant a person who is fat goes out in front of a camera, or up on a stage, automatically the discourse is about their weight. As if there’s no way to restrain from spewing out the obvious as a way to shut them down. Like being fat invalidates who they are.

Hate to tell you, cats and kittens, being fat isn’t who I am. Nor is it what I stand for. It’s a part of my life and it’s my body. It’s a part of what I struggle with every day. But it’s not ALL of me. And it certainly doesn’t invalidate my work, my words, or my existence. And it certainly can’t be used as a way to shut me up or shut me down. Why? Because it doesn’t make me less of a person.

Say and feel what you will about obesity, but being fat does not mean I have an obligation to disappear. That’s the baggage of people pointing fingers and calling FAT the way someone would have called LEPER in a medieval town. That’s their insecurity, their easy way of spewing their angst at a target. Because hey, trolling is just something we accept, and how dare that fat person try to stand up and be something besides a fat person? How dare they have the confidence to be anything except embarrassed or ashamed of who they are? How dare they be a professional or a creative type or anything else besides miserable? How dare they be a person?

Well, hate to say it folks: I’m a person. I’m a fast talking, game designing, story writing, ass kicking female fat person. I write games and fiction, go to grad school, blog, love puppies, have friends and relationships and on weekends I go out and lead battles in which I kick the crap out of LARP zombies. I get up on stage and I speak my mind about the state of women in the game industry, female representation in games, live action games and their place in game discourse, and geek culture. And just because I’m fat does not mean I’ll sit back in a corner and hate myself because you want me to. Ain’t gonna happen. Just because you call me fat won’t ever make me stop. Because until you can bring up your discourse to something that includes disputing my points with an organized argument that can be respected above a fourth grade level? You got nothing on me or anyone else who has the courage to stand up and be counted as a creator, an innovator, a speaker, and a force for change. And that counts for calling someone any other pointless insult that you come up with, be it physical, racial, religious, gender based or sexual orientation bashing. You and your purposeless crap have no place in an actual conversation and until you realize that and step up your game to actual discussion levels? You’re just the sad representation of the worst the internet and this world has to offer.

Haters gonna hate. But they’re going to have to step up their hate to reach me. Or at least step to me with more than the word BIG.

Cuz really. There are thesauruses people.

In the weeks since PaxEast I debated whether or not to write about the trolling that occurred. I questioned whether or not the negative feedback I received deserved even an ounce of my recognition. After all, this is the internet and we are taught on a regular basis not to feed the trolls, not to read the comments, not to care about their responses. We’re taught to ignore, ignore, and keep on keeping on. This time, I won’t keep my mouth shut. Why do you ask? Because last night a friend of mine went on a YouTube interview and got trolled about his weight too. And I realized that this is just going to keep going on until people kick back and say “Hey, jerks? I get that you want a forum for your angst against the universe. But take it somewhere else. I’m busy with being a professional. Go be something besides a professional asshat.”

And since PaxEast, I’ve been busy being a professional – writing a book, organizing the company I run, planning large scale LARPs, interning, doing grad school classes, working on a video game, preparing for an awesome trip to Norway to Knutepunkt, talking about whether or not I want to do a PhD and spending time with loved ones. And that’s what I’ll keep on doing, despite the trolls. But I won’t be silent about them again. I won’t sit back and say ‘trolls will just be trolls’. Or ‘you just have to put up with them’. I’m forced to interact with them. But I don’t have to condone garbage behavior. And neither do you.

10 Comments

  1. Thank you for this. I had the crime of having a large chest. For many years I ran games for Wizkids and Mechwarrior, and Warcry owned by Gamesworkshop now. I enjoyed them and my son was very good and we traveled to conventions and we met many who the father was the person with the son, it was about quality time more than anything and the common bond of a fun gaming atmosphere. I ran games at 4 shops and the average age was 15-25. We were invited to world marquees and it was a fun time. But many wives, non gamers would not let their husbands come as there was a girl playing. Or as you had a chest- you must be a trollop and magically wanted every husband. It was ridiculous and I applaud you for your brains. I love your writing and actually I was a games journalist and Beta tester for a few years for a few websites, behind the scenes and seeing as cosplay and Comiccon and such have become trendy and commercial…its gotten a lot worse at the abusive treatment. We need more women like you! Good Job and this dowdy bland housefrau with her hate sketches above really brought back memories. I went through a few periods where I gained weight as a kid and people accept alcoholics or pill addicts more than they do an obese person and treat them better- I am so sorry to read how horrible this was.

  2. Wow. I have had a really hard time responds to this, because I’m not sure where to start. Perhaps I should start here: it is absolutely atrocious and disgusting that you have to even write this post, that you have to say that your weight doesn’t invalidate you, that you’d have to address such an ugly, petty and idiotic YouTube response as that.

    I know that people who are petty, who lack any depth or understanding of life and people will always make such callous, idiotic remarks. But I wish that there was actually some way to educate those people. What they see, what they value amounts to nothing. They live a shallow, insignificant existence. And if I had a heart for those who are willfully ignorant, I would pity them. Instead, I revel in the fact that they’ll never know the joy of perceptive, meaningful life. (And I hope to find that YouTube response to give them a piece of mind.)

    You, on the other hand, I celebrate. For being you and for speaking up. It’s hard, and you’re brave.

    Thank you.

  3. Reblogged this on J.M. Blackman and commented:
    This post is important to me. It needs to be shared, and heard. We have to stop such ignorance. It is killing us as people. The attitudes discussed here are the kind that are hastening our decay. Enough.

  4. This is what I say to all those that think us big girls are contagious, Whatever, I may be big
    but at least I know how to use my brain and not run my mouth about things I know nothing about. Very few big girls are big because they want to be, there usually are circumstances
    or conditions that cause our “bigness”, so God bless you, dowdy bland housefrau, and may you actually get an education, so that you too, may use your brain to it’s fullest

  5. This is a great post – thank you for sharing it!
    This behavior is disgusting, and I’m glad you’re responding instead of just shaking it off.
    It’s so striking to me that often when someone (in particular from at I’ve seen, when a woman) has something to say, t becomes appropriate to discuss her appearance instead of her point.
    I’m glad you won’t sit back and say ‘trolls will just be trolls’ – because that excuse for appalling behavior is getting really freaking old.
    Anyways, great post, and I’m sad I missed your panel!

  6. To the trolls and haters out there… meh… to YOU… good for you. Never met you, probably never will (I live on the West Coast) but you sound like a pretty cool person… I could give a “fat rats patoot” what size you are, what gender, orientation or whatever… I care what KIND of person you are, how you relate to and treat others…

  7. Thank you for posting this. Each person who stand against the darkness is another step in the right direction. Keep up the great work and Thank you for being a wonderful person.

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