I absolute despise when people dismiss some videogames as a boomer thing. Boomers did not play videogames (in general), as a matter of fact, most of them hated them.
my mother (boomer) did and still does, but refuses to admit it. she absolutely loved grim fandango, the monkey island series, quest for glory, kings quest and space quest, pretty much anything sierra or lucasarts. i keep trying to get her to dip her toe into some walking simulators or something with some decent story (i bet she’d love horizon zero dawn, one of my brothers was all in on dinosaurs) but she’s just playing bejeweled now.
I’m sad I could never convince my mom to keep gaming beyond the arcade games of her youth and bejeweled and the like. I sincerely think she would have loved roguelites. My father never was a gamer but did try golf games, and I tried to convince him to try strategy games but never did, I still think he’d love 4xes
Very, very few did, as you’ve pointed out, but I was lucky enough that my Dad was one of them. He wasn’t an avid gamer or anything, because he tended to work long hours, but he’d regularly sit down and play multiplayer games with me and my siblings when I was younger and used to live with him. I didn’t really realise how lucky I was at the time.
You could be, but the joke was to lash out in the sort of passive aggressive, out of touch obstinance that you can find in many older Christians in the US. I, as the (relatively) anonymous face, accept the responsibility and derision of playing the jester. You, as the audience, accept the responsibility of recognizing the group being emulated, and laughing at the fool.
It’s a form of punching down, sure, but I don’t respect socially bubbled bigots enough to care about their feelings, regardless of their age
I absolute despise when people dismiss some videogames as a boomer thing. Boomers did not play videogames (in general), as a matter of fact, most of them hated them.
Many did, but stopped after the atari/namco era.
my mother (boomer) did and still does, but refuses to admit it. she absolutely loved grim fandango, the monkey island series, quest for glory, kings quest and space quest, pretty much anything sierra or lucasarts. i keep trying to get her to dip her toe into some walking simulators or something with some decent story (i bet she’d love horizon zero dawn, one of my brothers was all in on dinosaurs) but she’s just playing bejeweled now.
I’m sad I could never convince my mom to keep gaming beyond the arcade games of her youth and bejeweled and the like. I sincerely think she would have loved roguelites. My father never was a gamer but did try golf games, and I tried to convince him to try strategy games but never did, I still think he’d love 4xes
the one game i’ve found most everyone enjoys is stardew valley, but i have not tried with my mother yet.
I’m a late millennial and I grew up with N64 and GameCube. I thought my cousin’s SNES was cool and retro.
I saw a Sega Genesis at my uncle’s house once and felt like I was rediscovering the secrets of the ancestors
Very, very few did, as you’ve pointed out, but I was lucky enough that my Dad was one of them. He wasn’t an avid gamer or anything, because he tended to work long hours, but he’d regularly sit down and play multiplayer games with me and my siblings when I was younger and used to live with him. I didn’t really realise how lucky I was at the time.
My parents were so against video games I legitimately got a jump scare when my FIL asked my about Skyrim last thanksgiving.
Video games are all either gay or the devil, and there’s nothing you can do to convince me otherwise
And here I thought I could respect you for your good prose.
That’s what happens when you watch too many video games, you start disrespecting your elders. Now, back in my day, etc…
(I hope the joke is more apparent now)
I’m not certain, but I suspect that I’m older than you.
You could be, but the joke was to lash out in the sort of passive aggressive, out of touch obstinance that you can find in many older Christians in the US. I, as the (relatively) anonymous face, accept the responsibility and derision of playing the jester. You, as the audience, accept the responsibility of recognizing the group being emulated, and laughing at the fool.
It’s a form of punching down, sure, but I don’t respect socially bubbled bigots enough to care about their feelings, regardless of their age