I’m not a bad person. My Sim on the other hand…
I don’t know why I play the Sims. I never have that much fun while playing it, sometimes I mentally note how little fun I am having and I often contemplate the irony of neglecting life for a simulated one which is only marginally less mundane. If I am living out a fantasy life, it should at least be cooler than stressing to fit friends into my life and waking up way too early to finish homework I didn’t do. I should be wrecking the shit outta bad guys and making a name for myself as a legendary hero.
But, that being said, The Sims has its moments. Case and point?
My Sim, Mr. Maretek had a life goal. That life goal was to be boyfriend to at least ten sims. After having whored around in his youth, he decided to settle down. So after about 2 entire Sim weeks of not maintaining even a vestige of contact, he decided to call his current ‘girlfriend’, a fiery little brunette working in the military who had never, to my knowledge, treated him with even but a shred of malice. Much to his shock and horror, she arrived with a couple friends with cute little names like muffin top and jelly roll. So, without my controlling him, he kisses her, which is immediately followed by insulting her appearance. I reign him in, talk her up, make nice, feed her, and propose marriage. They move in.
Now REAL me goes to the washroom without pausing. I come back to my room and she is working out to the point of exhaustion while he reclines in a armchair to watch her, looking very 1940’s in his journalist attire consisting of a trenchcoat and fedora. I have to say, I did laugh at the stark fucked uppedness of the situation.
So, apparently when they have their independence, the Sims settle reeeaaal nice into gendered stereotypes of the mid 1900’s. Even supposedly brainless simulated men who are only supposed to self-direct in terms of survival are douches.
