Patrick Cossel

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Seriously, you're a girl!? So what?

I recently saw a comic strip from Cheshire Cat Studios that gave me pause. Take a moment to follow the link so you have a basis of what I am talking about. Gender equality in gaming. Yep, I am going to throw my hat into the ring of gender equality in gaming.
First I should say what gender equality in gaming means to me. It's pretty simple really. We are all human beings and deserve to be treated as such. There is no difference in how I treat a man or a woman when it comes to my interactions in games.
Many of you know I am a gamer - I play Magic: The Gathering and World ofWarcraft primarily. Since these tend to be some of the biggest and most well known games and have a huge base of players made up of both sexes.
When it comes to Magic I am a player, tournament organizer and a judge. This allows me to see things on many different levels when it comes to the players I interact with.
As a player I see no difference in my preparations when squaring off against a female or male player. I could care less about there sex because for me it's all about their skill. If they are a quality player I need to be on my toes. If not, then I still need to be on my toes.
As a low level judge I interact with judges who are higher level than I am and who are in a position of leadership. Do I care if they are male or female? Nope, I still treat them with the respect they deserve and frankly have earned. If they tell me to do something then I need to go do it.
Same goes when I am acting a s a tournament organizer.
But this is face-to-face. What about in an MMO where I have anonymity? I pretty much act the same.
Sure if I am with a bunch of guys on vent my jokes and even my language gets a little crass. When you put a woman in the mix I tend to clean it up until such time as she shows otherwise. Perhaps this is a sexism issue? I personally don't think so. I think of it as a respect issue.
But what do I know? Especially since I am a man in a male dominated past time. So I decided to reach out to a friend of mine who is not only a woman but in a position of leadership within my guild.
I give you my friend and guild leader – she shares it with her husband Xirek – Labellanotte (Belles)
PC: As a woman gamer, and particularly a woman gamer in a position of leadership, do you feel like your male counterparts take you seriously?
Belles: I'd give that a very conditional yes. Conditional for a few reasons. The first, and biggest, reason that I feel that I'm taken seriously is that Xirek and I founded and grew the guild from the ground up, I had a VERY strong say in what was acceptable and what was not. Second of all, a lot of our "hot shot" guys who might otherwise railroad over me have seen me as a leader pretty much from the beginning --- since I've been around way longer than they have been. It's easier to have that level pre-established than to try to start from scratch. Third of all, I'm not a leader entirely on my own. I'm co-leader with Xirek (who you might say has a bit of charisma working in his favor), and he will never back down if I need his support on something. Last of all, where I am a leader on my own is in the healing circle, which has a FAR greater % of women involved in it than any other role. It's like nursing. You see a LOT of women in leadership when it comes to nursing ---- but look at just how prevalent women are in that particular profession. I don't feel that I would get the same level of respect or get taken as seriously as I do in ANY other place.
PC: Interesting. I guess I am weird then. I see things pretty black and white. I don't care if you are male or female, if you are in charge, well then dammit you are in charge. I think it's sad that I can see exactly why you say what you are saying. I hate this world more and more each day.
Belles: Well I'd refer to you as a more "enlightened" man than the norm.
You can either hate it or try to change it for the better
PC: I agree. The way I make change is by being an example and raising my boys that way.
Belles: Good plan

Belles and I carried on for a bit longer as she made more examples that I have otherwise missed. She also made some points that, and I have to believe it is because I am male and am not as sensitive to this as she is, that again I had missed.
It should be noted that I am an officer in this guild (Guardians ofFellowship/The Scryers) and interact with both Belles and Xirek on decision making for the guild.
I want to continue with some of our conversation as I think she brings up some excellent points.
Belles: It's not entirely unusual for women to not even speak online....just the fact that there's a female voice coming through the speakers can be enough to set off some of the more vile gamers out there.
PC: Disgusting people. Drives me crazy.
Belles: Think of the entire social conversation we've been having the last several years. All the arguments to try to tear down Roe vs Wade. The fight against income equality. Gamergate. And I don't agree with it. I have a spine, but I don't know if I could deal with what Felicia Day (for example) has in the last few weeks.

Thank you, Belles!

For those that do not know, Gamergate is a movement that began in August of this year. I actually do not know a lot about this so I am posting a link to a Wiki about it here.
I know there are more important issues when it comes to gender equality than gaming. I truly do get that and am very much in support of it. I think wages should be based on qualifications not gender, I think woman have the right to say what is going to be done to their bodies – yes I am very much pro-choice. And while I enjoy the female form, I think the sexualization of woman needs to end – seriously seeing a woman eating a cheeseburger in a bikini does not make me want to go to a fast food place. It's kinda gross.
How do we end it? I don't know. I know we need to stand up for it. I know we need to raise our voices in support of it. But what else?
For me, it's just like I said to Belles – raising my boys to respect woman and treat them equally.
So as I wrap this up I want to make some suggestions:
  1. Stop being an ass. That woman sitting in front of the keyboard is just as good (or as bad) as anyone else who plays whatever game you are playing.
  2. Show some respect. Somewhere along the way we forgot about respecting each other. My 8th grade English teacher taught me about R.O.S.R. Real Or Simulated Respect. While I don't respect everyone (you have to do something pretty messed up to lose my respect) I show it until you take it away.
  3. When it comes to social media don't say anything you wouldn't say in person. This seems to be where a lot of harassment comes from these days and it sickens me.
So that's it for now. I think I am going to plug in to this for a bit. Sorry if the topic bores you, but I feel like I need to lend a voice to this cause. 

#gamerequality #gamergate #FeliciaDay #Boogie2988

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

An elephant never forgets

I used to think having a great memory was a blessing. In the blink of an eye I could recall information about something that happened long ago. I could even describe the scene, often times including what we were wearing, eating, drinking, smoking, etc. 
And when people would ask me how I remember those things I would smile, rub my rotund belly and say, "An elephant never forgets."
How could that be bad? All that information at my fingertips! It's great! 
Or not. Maybe it's not so great. Not only can I recall all the fun times but I can also recall the bad ones. The ones I don't want to recall but there they are, hidden away in that part of my brain that I have tried multiple times to lock away, delete, or expunge. Doesn't always happen. 
A time of day will come along and BAM it hits me. That dark moment in my past I tried to forget washes over me, reminding me, filling me with not only the memories of the event but the memory of how deeply it cut me then. 
Some people say I need to learn to let go. Some folks say I need to learn to "forgive and forget." I nod and smile my surface agreement but know that's not entirely possible. 
See, just because I forgave, doesn't mean I forgot. If there is something in my mind that has affected me deeply enough that I can't forget it, why should I? Because it is a cancer? No, I don't think so. These are the things that shape us and make us who we are. 
Telling me to forget something, no matter how painful, is like telling me to forget a part of me. I can't do that. That memory, that event is encoded into me, hardwired if you will, and I can't simply go in and remove it. I have tried! Oh yes, I have tried! But it doesn't go away. 
Yes I may have forgiven you but it doesn't mean the pain is any less real. Yes, I may have moved on from it, but it doesn't mean I don't remember what you were wearing, they way you looked, or even whether or not it was raining that day. And just because a smell, a sound, a song, an article of clothing, a piece of material reminds me of it, doesn't mean I haven't let go. 
We hurt. All of us do. We all have something, some of you more so than others, that is forever a part of us no matter how hard we try to delete it. Don't ask me to let it go. I can't. 

I can forgive though. I can move forward, albeit a little more cautiously than last time. 

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Oh that theater

When I was a senior in high school I used to go into the theater at North Pole High School and sing my favorite version (Rattle and Hum) of U2's "Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For."
I would stand in the center of the stage, wearing my black leather jacket, my hair unkempt, high tops covering my feet and sing. The class around me would ignore me - I think they expected me to do this sort of thing or frankly just thought I was weird. 
Eventually, and always before the song came to an end, my best friend Jeremy Coll-Goss would holler at me from the light booth and break my performance. 
Reality would set in. No longer a rock star I would return to the here and now and go about my business. Usually I would sing quietly to myself as I performed whatever tasks needed to be done for class or production. 
When I was in high school the stage, and the theater in general, is where I felt safe. No one picked on me, no one bugged me, my friends were there and I was accepted. 
It was a different story when I crossed the threshold of the fine arts hall into the rest of the school. But let's not go there today.
My brother had a friend, Angela Brown, who once told him her favorite song by Billie Joel was And So It Goes. I listened to the song soon after learning this and quickly understood why. The first line, "In every heart there is a room, a sanctuary safe and strong…" struck me. It struck me because it was true. My sanctuary was the theater. 
I have fond memories of that stage: Damian Dodson cramming cheese into his ears during As You Like It; the Jets locked in mortal combat with the Sharks in West Side Story, wearing a full-body cat costume made by Julia McCarthy's mom for Cinderella, playing Puck in a Midsummer's Night Dream, Lil Abner and singing about our druthers, gambling it all away for love in Guys and Dolls, watching Rob Boyer slip off the ladder during Phantom of the Opera, the list goes on. 
I often say I have no fond memories of high school. Such a lie. It's just too easy to remember the bad ones. 
If I close my eyes I can still see it. The seats, the catwalk, the set room, the costume room, the flight system, the grid. Oh the grid! What fun we had there! 
"Patrick!," says Mrs. Packee, "grab a couplel of people and set up mics in the grid for Jeremy."
If I am not mistaken it was me, Larry Terch, Casey Gorrod, Brandy Coelho and a couple others who climbed the ladders up to the grid that day. And, as we worked our way out to set the mics the power went out. 
There we were several dozen feet above the stage, trapped in the dark. Casey, another senior in the class, and I did our best to calm everyone down and get them off the grid and to safety. Of course I wasn't laughing then. Eventually the lights came on and we all safely touched ground. 

One of these days I will make it back to NPHS. One of these days I will see that theater again. 

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Overcome and seize life

I watched a movie this weekend that I have seen many times before. However, this time the movie hit me in a different way. 

The movie, Chasing Amy, is directed and written by Kevin Smith. Smith is well known for his other films, Clerks, Mallrats, Jay and silent Bob Strike Back, Dogma and Jersey Girl. 

In this movie, the main character, played by Ben Affleck, has fallen for a woman who is attracted to other women. Her character, played by Joey Lauren Adams, in turn falls in love with him. 

Without going in to a lot of detail about the film, Ben Affleck's character becomes conflicted when he feels inadequate in the new found relationship. 

This is what got me thinking - how many times do we feel inadequate in our lives for no reason. Well, no reason than our own self absorbed preconception of how we should be. 

Think about it, how many times have you thought, "I am not good enough," or "I can't compare to so and so?" 

I know I have thought it. I think we all have, on some level at least. 

But then there are those that don't. There are those who aren't afraid to grab live by the you-know-whats and really go for it. When you think about it, those are the most successful people. 

Truth is, they all had thoughts of inadequacies at one time or another, too. They all thought the self inhibiting thoughts that many of us think. The difference? They didn't let it control them. 

Instead they shoved those thoughts aside and went for it. They proved to the world, and ultimately themselves, that they weren't inadequate. 

Do they always succeed? No. Do they give up? Well, the most successful people don't. 

I can honestly say that I have accomplished things in my life that I never thought I would. The reason I was able to do it was because I fought back the feelings and the fear and pushed through. 

However, there is a lot that I haven't done and want to. So there is still some stuff to overcome.

Have you ever seen the web series, Failure Club? It kinda goes along with the whole course of this column. It's a series about people overcoming and accomplishing, whether they fail or not, what they want to do. 

I think I have said enough for this week. Allow me to wrap this up with a quote from the late Steve Jobs.

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”

Monday, February 4, 2013

It starts with one

I have to wonder what has happened, in this day and age, to drive the common decencies and respect that our parents taught us, away. 

It seems to be commonplace now to go to a grocery store and cut someone off in the parking lot, leave your trash in your cart, leave said cart in between cars or otherwise take up a parking place, or to spit your gum on the ground so some one can step in it - I have been the victim of this more than once. 

Is it really so hard to clean up your trash, put away your cart, or put your gum in a trash receptacle? It seems so. 

This weekend I watched an elderly employee reach into a cart and pull out banana peels and trash and throw them away. Aside from the fact that it is her job, why should she have to clean up after some disrespectful person? Let's face it, it's disrespectful to assume that someone is going to clean up your mess. 

Where has common decency gone? Of course it's not just locally that this happens. Our hometowns are not such an anomaly that we are the only place to experience disrespect. We see it everywhere. 

How about senators and congressman/woman who make comments that are derogatory in nature about their colleagues? How about the "news" people who seem to think their opinions are the news and their inflammatory comments are acceptable? 

None of this makes sense. 

Aerosmith once sang, "There something wrong with the world today, I don't know what it is." And unlike steven Tyler, I do know what it is. 

It's amazingly simple, too. We have lost respect. We have lost respect for our fellow man, for our neighbors, for ourselves. 

So now the challenge is to get it back. Luckily it's simple to start. There is a commercial, and for the life of me I can't remember the product or company it's advertising, that shows a series of events of people helping people. When was the last time you held the door for someone? When was the last time you helped a wheel-chair bound individual cross an icy winter road? When was the last time you did something completely un-selfserving? 

If we took a moment to do something like this we would see change. We would not only see it, but we would feel it. And when you start feel it, when everyone around you starts to feel it, we can create real change. We can bring back the morals, the decencies and the respect that makes us a great people. 

It's a thought anyway. 

Friday, January 11, 2013

A new year, time for change

With the first full week of 2013 behind us, I think I see some things that need to change. Yes, I know what you're thinking, "Already?"

Yep, already. So here goes. 

First, you need to stop referring to a man's friendship with another man as a "Bromance." Although this term was made popular by the movie, "I love You Man," there is nothing funny about it. Seriously, just because I call my brother-in-law and talk to him about the football game doesn't mean I am engaged in a "Bromance." I mean, what does it even mean?! It's a friendship, nothing more, and needs to be left as such. 

Murses. Some of you may be asking, "What is a 'Murse?' " A Murse is a bag carried by a man that is not a back pack. It is usually slung over the shoulder in the same fashion as a woman carrying a purse. 

Men typically try to position the bag more to the front or rear of their body to avoid looking like a purse. But, someone, somewhere declared this carrying device a murse and it has now made its way into standard vernacular. 

Speaking of vernacular, let's do away with the word, "Chillaxing." My spell checker has flagged this word as being spelled incorrectly. Why? Because it's not a word! It is instead an amalgamation of two words, chilling and relaxing. One does indeed mean to relax, while the other means to make cold. Yes, I know the urban dictionary definition of the word, "chill," is "to hang out, to be easy going, etc." However, that's the Urban Dictionary. 

Let's see, other trends, or growing trends, that need to end this year. 

School shootings. This seems like it's becoming the norm, let's hope this year things change. 

Politicians lying to us. Okay, I have a better chance of winning the lottery than this one coming true, but it's worth a thought!

Bullying, I mean seriously, don't our children have enough to worry about? 

So that's probably enough for now. Interestingly, when I look over the list, it becomes clear where the change needs to come from. Each and everyone of us. Only we have the power to end all this. I guess change really does start with us.

Enjoy 2013, friends, I know I will!

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Let the music surround you

My commute to work is all of about five minutes. Maybe two or three minutes longer if there is a bit of traffic or a deer in the road. Otherwise it's pretty much a straight shot. 

You wouldn't think that in that time I would find the time to listen to music, but I tell you, dear reader, that you couldn't be more wrong. I do.

See, in the mornings after I drop off my son, I take a minute to plug my Iphone into the stereo and quickly select a song to listen to. With my time being so limited, I try to be very precise. This morning it was Volbeat, Fallen. 

Then, once the song is selected, I turn the volume up and let the music flood my car. I hate listening to music at a low volume. My wife and I fight over the volume of the music constantly. She likes to turn it down and use it as background noise, I on the other hand like it turn up. Way up. 

It's like I am transported to a world where it's just me and the song. And in that world the volume has to be so high that there is no escaping the music. So loud that not even jamming pencils deeply into your ears would drowned out the sound. Ok, that might actually work, but you get my point. 

With the volume up I feel as if I become one with the song and that nothing else matters at that very moment. Except when I get a call and my Iphone kills the music to indicate said call. Talk about annoying. I mean, what gives my phone the right to give calls more importance that my music? How dare it! I suppose being a phone first has something, but whatever. All I want in that moment is music. 

Since moving to Sheridan I have been on several long car rides by myself. I know to some folks the idea of driving more than a couple of hours by yourself may seem daunting, but I enjoy it. I enjoy it because I am not alone. I am not alone because I always have my Ipod with me. 

You'll notice the switch from Iphone to Ipod there. On long car rides I think it's more important to carry the more powerful Ipod with me for my musical entertainment that to rely on my Iphone. It helps that my Ipod has well over 2,000 songs on it.  As I drive across Wyoming, Nebraska, Montana or South Dakota, my Ipod keeps the tunes playing for me.  

There is, on the occasion, that I turn the music off for a few minutes - even I enjoy silence from time-to-time, but eventually it gets powered back up and the music is once again a part of me. 

Is this weird? Does this make me odd? Do I care? Nope, I sure don't.