It’s a sweet notion, but eff that You Complete Me speech right in the booty hole. If you get to a point in your life where you think you’re incomplete without (blank), something’s gone wrong and you’re setting yourself up for years of heartache. Hinging your lifetime of happiness on the actions, reactions, and erections of another human is as reckless as laying down your life savings on the bet that Tupac and Biggie are still alive and sharing a garage apartment in Iowa. It’s a nice thought, but not a good bet.
Whenever the feminist games-critic and survivor of countless outraged misogynist stalkers Anita Sarkeesian’s name is invoked, there follows a flood of men who want to explain that she brought it on herself, that she isn’t a gamer, that she isn’t a good critic, and assorted related rubbish….
My latest Guardian column, “Not every cloud has a silver lining,” is about the dirty secret of cloud computing: most of it is about making a buck off of you by supplying something you can do cheaply and easily for yourself.
Here’s something you won’t see mentioned, though: the main attraction…