E3 'Booth Babe' Interviews Reveal Comedy, Tragedy
Thanks to GameCritics.com for its series of interviews with 'booth babes' at this year's E3 videogame show, discussing "the tales these women had to tell." A model promoting Saga Of Ryzom is asked "if she's comfortable with so many guys posing with her", and answers: "It's weird when they put their arms around me... but then I feel them shaking and I'm like, whatever, if it's so important to you... it's funny when guys come up to me and tell me that it's their first time touching a girl." Girls at the Nintendo booth are also interviewed, complaining of the trade-show melee: "It's funny that people act this way over little stuffed toys... there have been people attacking us for free stuff. People will walk up to us and just try to grab it."
I mean zero contact with a human being. I don't go places where it's crowded, so I can't say I've even bumped into someone. I mean, if someone is giving me change back from my purchase and grazes my fingertips with theirs, that's as close as I get.
I'm not phobic about it, and at one time I *did* have a fiance (who, it turned out, was gay) who did let me grab her butt and hug her.
But now the extent of my social interaction with anyone is talking to my cats.
-- I wanna decide who lives and who dies - Crow T. Robot, MST3K
I laughed, I cried, it was an emotional roller coaster.
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Actually I bear more than a passing resemblance to Wayne Knight, who apparently was Newman or somesuch. I've never seen Seinfeld.
I've heard this constantly since whenever the hell the first Jurassic Park movie came out. Which is lovely, 'cause everyone thinks they're being cute and original when they say it.
-- I wanna decide who lives and who dies - Crow T. Robot, MST3K
Ok. I'm sorry, but I need to ask this. If you aren't gay, how the hell do you end up engaged to someone who is?
I still have more fans than freaks. WTF is wrong with you people?
She was a girl I met in high school whom I considered a dear friend. She made it very clear she was interested in me. Very, very clear. After dropping hints for years (that I never picked up on), she did the very most forthright thing she could think of, and suddenly we were a couple. ... only, she never actually wanted to have sex in the classical definition, and seemed pretty uninterested in the experience in general.
I am a very patient man, and I love her very much, so we were a couple for seven years, until, at age 26, one of her (female) TAs began to hit on her unmercifully. She'd never received that kind of attention from a woman, and she couldn't deny that it excited her. She was forthright about it at the time, and more than a little disturbed.
OK, now that sounds like a letter to Penthouse, doesn't it?
Fast forward a few months: She realizes, at age 26, that she'd never felt the physical component of desire that hits most human beings at, oh, 12 or 13. So when it came to her, it was like she became a whole different person.
So she went out with a woman. They had sex. She realized it was what she wanted, and that it would be unfair to both of us if we remained a couple. Over a four month period I watched her cry and struggle with her emotions toward me and toward women, eventually coming to terms with the fact that I couldn't give her something very important. The emotional issues surrounding this were extremely complex for both of us. I can't do them justice here.
I will freely admit that this experience has left me severely emotionally disturbed. I take medication, have a suicide prevention hotline on speed dial, and spent tens of thousands of dollars on utterly worthless therapy.
-- I wanna decide who lives and who dies - Crow T. Robot, MST3K