A Nice Pair at GameStop

Published May 26, 2012 by ABadKitten

I don’t think I’ve ever experienced as much sexism in my life as I have just from working at this job.

My step-mother worked in the construction industry. I don’t remember exactly what he job was (she wasn’t out in the fields using the super fun tools), but she was a woman working in a “Man’s Industry” and would have to fight harder for some of the things she wanted done and work harder at some other things that should have been easy. Other times, I suppose, maybe she had it a little too easy simply because she’s such a tiny woman, an easy target to under-estimate.

I don’t work in the construction industry.

I had a friend in high school whose sister worked on and with motorcycles. Were it not for the support of their father (who, to be fair, was the biggest man I’ve ever seen…no one outside of the clinically insane would look at him or his family wrong…) and the access he was able to give her, she would have had as tough of a time as one of her co-workers, Janine.

From what I saw, she knew her shit. The frequents to their shop, trusted her with their life (a.k.a. their rides). Others would wait hours or come back the days she was not at the shop simply to avoid having her touch their babies. Before Richy got her the job at that particular shop, it didn’t matter how passionate she was about what she did or how amazing she was with motorcycles, no one would give her the chance. Of course, this was 10 years ago, so times have changed for her.

I don’t work on motorcycles, cars, boats, etc.

I’m the Assistant Store Manager of a GameStop. My boss, the store manager, is also a woman. We’re both good-looking ladies. We’re both polite, sweet, and knowledgeable about our job and we both have plenty of knowledge that exceeds what one would normally have to know about our jobs. We’re to women running a store focused around the gaming industry. That being said, to some people, apparently that coincides with wonder, shock, amazement and, most importantly, blasphemy.

To be fair, I can understand where plenty of the doubt and skepticism comes from. The Gaming Industry is predominantly male, as are the employees at most stores or companies focused around it. Therefore, it could be understood that most people wouldn’t expect most women to know the difference between an RPG and an MMORPG or an FPS vs. a hack n’ slash. That’s fine. Assume away. It’s not the assumptions that bother me because we’re both quick to defuse them and set the record straight.

It’s the comments, the attitudes, and out-ward shock that makes me angry. What makes it worse is when it comes from another woman!

Woman: “Oh…do you work here? Wow uh…is there a man I can speak to? This store is managed by women? Why would they do that…never mind.” *leaves the store*

Man: “Whoa, I didn’t know they let broads work at GameStop. Bring your boss out there. I’d like a word with him.” “Sir, I’m the assistant store manager…and she isn’t here at the moment.” “Another woman? Where the hell did the men go?”

Woman: “I have a question about a game…Grand Thieves Auto?” “You mean Grand Theft Auto? What’s your question?” “Wait, do you know about these games?” “Yes, miss, I do. I play games, otherwise working here would be a silly waste of my time wouldn’t it?” “Oh wonderful! It’s about time they brought a woman in here.”

Man: “Hey sweetheart, can I ask you a question? What’s a good-looking girl like you doing working in a game store?” “I’m a gamer, sir…” “Really? You look more like someone who should be, like, waitress-ing or something. I saw a girl that looked like you at Hooters.”

Man: *to his son who is about to ask my boss about a game* “No, don’t ask her…I’ll ask that kid over there.” *I walk over to the son* “Do you like RPGs?” “Yes!” “Elder Scrolls is amazing. The only thing is that you have to invest a lot of time into it. It’s open-world, so you have a free run of what you can do. You don’t have to just follow a straight-pathed story line, either. There are a million oth-” “Excuse me, you know about these games? You play them? Like, of your own free will?” “…Yes sir. The store manager *motions to my boss* does as well.”

Woman: “Hi, um…I’d just like this gift card please.” “Oh, for a birthday? I have Happy Birthday gift cards, if you’d like.” “Yeah, sure. I figure it’s better to get him this gift card instead of the game he wanted…I don’t know anything about it.” “Which game was that?” “Some war game…” “Was it Call of Duty or Battlefield?” *takes out a piece of paper* “Uhh…Battlefield 3. For Xbox…” “Yup, that’s a popular one. I’d reccommend Battlefield over Call of Duty, anyway. Bigger maps in multi-player, bullet-drop…you can also control a few different vehicles, which is fun.” “Oh, wow. Sure, I’ll pick that up then. I just wanted to play it safe with the gift card.” “You can always ask us, miss. That’s what we’re here for.” “I didn’t realize you knew about video games. What happened to the guys that worked here?” “They were moved to a different store, so now I’m the assistant manager and the store manager’s name is Cristina.” “Two women? Wow!”

Not like amazement and things of that nature are bad things. I hate the presumptions, though, and the rudeness of a little less than half the people I and my boss deal with. The stories are endless and ever-changing. It’s a shame. Even still, I love my job. winky And I love how intrigued people get when they see a female GameStop employee. Apparently, we’re a rare breed.

Do any GameStops near you have female employees? If not, they should.



*Brittany’s Birthday wish*

Published May 24, 2012 by ABadKitten

This pretty little girl is the 13-year-old cousin of a friend of mine. Her name is Brittany, and in March she was diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia— a cancer of the blood and bone marrow.

Two of her family members started a Facebook event aimed at getting as many to “attend” as possible. The goal of this event? To help to make one of her biggest wishes come true: Have Buddy Valastro (from Cake Boss) deliver a zebra-themed cake to her on her birthday in September.

If you’re on Facebook (…who isn’t on Facebook?), Click Riiiiiiiight Here! and help us spread the love. If you’re not on Facebook, at least make friends of yours that are aware please! Thanks!heart

I was raised better.

Published February 27, 2012 by ABadKitten

I’m not entirely sure if I’ll every truly understand how one person can speak to another person in an utterly disrespectful manner for no apparent reason. Especially while their young child is standing right next to them. The phrase “I was raised better than that!” can only account for so much, you know? I’ve known plenty of people with the most polite parents who were outright rude to just about every person they spoke to. Of course upbringing has something to do with it…but how a person turns out is part of their doing as well.

Just saying. In a very short, sweet, and simple way.

Brush the dust off my Xanga…

Published February 15, 2012 by ABadKitten

(This photo belongs to yours truly. :D)

Someone near and dear to my heart once asked me why I’m so fascinated with the sky.

It’s endless.

It’s beautiful, no matter what time of day.

From one glance to another, it’s never the same.

It’s just absolutely fascinating to me…and there really is no one answer to why I’m so in love with it.

Most of the pictures I take are of the sky.

I’m just… in love with it.



P.E.T.A. Association

Published September 27, 2011 by ABadKitten

I would be extremely shocked if I found a person (over the age of 18) who didn’t know what P.E.T.A. was. I would be equally shocked if I didn’t hear said person speak negatively about P.E.T.A…not that I can necessarily blame them. The organization of P.E.T.A. has developed an interesting reputation for themselves…as well as all who are involved, no questions asked.

What are the first three words that come to you mind when you hear or see “P.E.T.A.”? Psychotic. Drastic. Obnoxious. Those (among other, less civil words…) seem to be most common along with other variations with the same meanings. For the most part, I almost agree simply because of some of the measures P.E.T.A. protestors have resorted to in the past. For example: dumping gallons of red paint, mock blood, on models at shows modeling fur coats, vests, etc. Everyone understands that particular message, but going that far makes people less likely to side with you, hm? Even more likely, it will make people angry and resistant to your current cause which also hurts future efforts of yourself as well as anyone else associated with you organization.

It’s reasons like those that I never make it known that I, myself, am a member of P.E.T.A. I’m a vegetarian, an animal lover, and an animal activist. I’ve written about my choice to be vegetarian before…as well as my choice to not force that choice on others. I don’t eat meat because I’m disgusted by the fact that I’m eating an animal, and I’d rather not do it. It’s as simple as that. It doesn’t mean eating meat bothers other people, and if I try to force someone to become vegetarian simply because I think it’s wrong to eat meat, of course they’re going to resist. And be angry, natrually.

I joined P.E.T.A. because I believe and support what they stand for: ethical treatment of animals. That’s not to say I necessarily support every single thing they do…because I can’t always say I’m 100% behind all the actions they take. However, I do participate. I write letters, I help with the organization of some public displays and (peaceful) protests, I respond to blogs, newsletters, and other entries of what ever sort. There are plenty of other things within this organization that I stay away from.

Basically, the only reason I’m writing this is because I feel sort of guilty never owning up to the fact that I’m a member of this organization. Of course, I have very valid and understandable reasons, don’t I? I have told people about my association before…and can you take a wild guess at the assumptions and accusations I faced afterwards? It sucks. What can I say though? P.E.T.A. has created a certain reputation for itself…that I can’t change. People will always associate that particular acronym with a certain brand of behavior and actions.

Sucks for me and the many other members I’ve met that are in my boat. We know what we signed up for, though, by joining such a group. I can’t help what people will assume when hearing I am associated with P.E.T.A. no matter how many times I swear up and down that not every member conducts themselves in the same way. On the other hand, I’d rather the fact that I belong to something with such a message (which, when you look through all the “crazy”, is honestly a good message…) than hide from it.

So, I’m a member of P.E.T.A. I have been for almost 8 years. Judge away. whatevah



China Rose

Published September 16, 2011 by ABadKitten

So sat the little girl on the bottom most step in front of her house. Her lips parting slightly to allow the smile to spread across her face, the little girl wrinkled her nose as the light breeze blew a strand of her dark hair across the tip of it. Almond eyes fixed downward on the dandelion puff she held in her hands, she watched as it danced along with the grass and trees around her.

Beauty is fascinating, as it shows itself in even the simplest of things.

She tilted her head back, allowing her gaze to rest on the fluffy white clouds drifting lazily by in the beautiful blue sky above her. A giggle escaped her lips as she closed her eyes. Lifting the dandelion fluff to her lips, she blew a sweet breath creating a path for the tiny little seeds to follow as they began a new journey.


Beautiful little girl,

you are a china rose.


(Le Source)

In the aftermath of Irene…

Published August 29, 2011 by ABadKitten

There are certain moments in life that you realize how truly lucky you are. It’s a shame that it sometimes takes those moments to hit close to home for us to realize that.

Hurricane Irene was devastating to so many people in so many areas. The town I used to live in got the worst flooding it has ever had since I’ve been in this world. The house I used to live in is completely under water. I’m very lucky.

My aunt, uncle and cousin had lived in a house that was undamaged (aside from one uprooted tree at the bottom of their yard). They moved into a house a few weeks ago which is, as of now, under water. They are not so lucky.

A lot of my friends, old friends, old school mates have no houses right now because…you guessed it…they are under water. One of them actually had a tree fall through their roof during the storm plus flooding which happened later on. They are not so lucky.

I have gotten word from almost all of my friends and family and now know that they are alive and well. Their lives are going to be very difficult for a while, but they are still alive and well. I’m very lucky.

There are a lot of people scattered throughout the states that lost their lives in the hurricane for one reason or another, and will not be able to report back to their friends and families that they are well. They are not so lucky.

A house close to one of my uncle’s was literally leveled after it exploded. They must have forgotten to turn off their pilot light or some other important fixture and when the house flooded, their lives were destroyed. They are not so lucky.

I was “trapped” in the house with my father, step mother, step sister, and my boyfriend, lucky enough to have them close to me–safe and sound. I’m very lucky.

A child was swept away and drowned, as did the firefighter who succumbed to injury after trying to rescue him. They are not so lucky.


Some places didn’t get hit nearly as badly as other places, and some people were a lot more fortunate than others this weekend. My thoughts go out to everyone who was affected. I wish you all well. heart