No no, let’s just murder her.Īs weird and embarrassing as it is to admit, I cried after I watched the clip. You’ve gotten your jollies, but don’t think to pay this down-on-her-luck hooker (who I doubt very much is working the streets for kicks). Not only that, once you have been sexually satisfied, you can kick her out of the car, stab her with a hatchet and run her over.
The video showed a sequence played in “first person view”, where you can actually invite a prostitute into your car, select the amount of money you wish to offer for her services and then watch the chosen acts performed. I put up a vague protest, but eventually forgot all about it.įast forward to a few days ago when I watched a preview clip circulating the internet of the new Grand Theft Auto game. I was never a fan of this video game when the first version came out after hearing that players could (virtually) murder prostitutes. And also feeling conflicted when, truthfully, I buy into some of it.īut it all came to head recently. I’ve been struggling a bit to accept girls, sexy selfies of 14-year-olds on Twitter and “reality show star” as a career aspiration. Lately though, something has been bugging me about how women are portrayed in popular media. But, really, I just work in marketing and do yoga and go out to bars and the cinema and occasionally tweet about something that really “grinds my gears” (usually after a glass of wine or two). Don’t get me wrong, I get angry when I hear of women’s abuse worldwide and I am in total support of gender equality.
In actual fact, I’m not a women’s rights campaigner at all. And I am totally influenced by the media’s ideals of beauty (I’ve gotten HD brows, waxes, facials and highlights on the regular). I’LL START BEFORE I begin with the admission that I am not a ‘stereotypical’ women’s rights campaigner.