It has been a busy week over in the Well-Rendered camp. As you may have gathered from last week's hiatus, I have been overwhelmed not by circumstance but my own inability to judge the size of my stomach in relation to that of my eyes, so to speak.
Regular readers of this blog will have determined that I am a girl. This means very little in terms of how and why I play games, just as it has very little bearing on which books I read and why. It does however occasionally mean that when I go into a branch of GAME I am instantly inundated with offers for "help", followed by well-meaning questions about whether the copy of Left 4 Dead I have grasped in my sweaty mitt is for my son/brother/husband.
A lesser woman might take offense at being mistaken for the mother of somebody old enough to be playing Left 4 Dead, but I'm rather more disheartened by the fact that people actively working in the video game industry automatically assume that anyone wearing a skirt must be trying to buy a well-meaning gift for the man in my life. I expect this sort of thing from Cooper "Been There, Done That, Kept the Jewellery" Lawrence, but not from people employed for their video game knowledge.