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Why are men obsessed with video games? It just doesn’t make any sense to me.
My flatmate will sit on the couch in a tracksuit, bright red puffer vest and ugg boots staring at the flat-screen television for hours on end while his mythical walking cat, Houdini, shoots arrows through the skulls of vampires and gets the peasants drunk. Confused? So am I.
I firmly believe, and sincerely hope, that at no point in his life will he require the skills to navigate middle earth dressed in a butt flap and slay dragons.
Regardless of what I think about these games, he still loves them and a lot of other men do too. All across the world there are millions of men sitting in front of the bright, blue glow of a wide-screen television, clutching a plastic controller and battling some form of enemy life force. I blame star wars for the whole thing.
While I have been known to dabble in some x-box Lego, I’ve certainly never committed to destroying the whole Genghis Khan empire over a 6 month period armed with a shiv and a talking leopard. I have a life! After all, Facebook won’t read itself.
Maybe all of this is evolution? Men used to be warriors, hunting pterodactyls and riding woolly mammoths around the camp site. Now they wear suits, sit at a desk for hours on end and ride trains to work. Video games could be their way of taking those basic warrior skills ingrained deep within their psyche and expressing them, the only way they legally can.
I can safely say that, regardless of the reason behind his video game obsession, I would much prefer that my flatmate exercise his natural instincts via video games as opposed to showing up at ASDA on a Sunday morning, armed with a bow and arrow wearing a home-made butt flap and, of course, his beloved bright red puffer vest.