The entire side-taking on this shit is one giant circle jerk (and not even in a good way) and distraction from the increasing and very much equal-opportunity fucking (again, not even in a good way) of everybody who didn’t pop-out of the vagina of somebody who is rich.
What exactly is the problem with making and enjoying games without trying to reduce all its dimensions to a single-dimensional Identitarian Politics interpretation?
I feel like somebody on the sidelines watching two groups of fans of two different soccer teams beating each other senseless because they disagree on a decision by the referee, all sense of proportion or the true importance of, well, everything else, lost.