Star Wars and the Future of Optimism

Is it possible to get nostalgic for a time period that you didn’t experience yourself? The easy answer would be no. That’s also the answer that makes the most logical sense, at first sight. But the truth is more complicated, as I found out. There’s a sense of second hand memories that can pass over to you from the previous generation. Media plays a big role in this phenomenon. A…


Brexit, Referendums and Democracy in the EU

This year we have seen two referendums in Europe concerning the future of the European Union. The first one had relatively little impact. The Dutch were allowed to have their say in the trade deal between the EU and Ukraine. The second one is, of course, Brexit. Although the latter is a hundred times more significant, both showed the wide gap between a large part of the populus and the…


Watch_Dogs 2: Contemporary Art

When the first Watch_Dogs games was revealed, it spurred a lot of editorials and opinion pieces regarding its subject matter. In hindsight it’s remarkable that the thematics of Ubisoft’s creation hadn’t been used in videogames before in such prominent manner. It’s a textbook method, to utilise the fears and insecurities present in society. Popular media has been doing this for ages. The Cold War inspired writers for tales about nuclear…


Racism is Not A Trump Card

Today a dark skinned Dutch rapper was stopped by police. The officer openly admitted he that because he hadn’t recognised him and found a black man in an expensive car to be rather suspicious. A few days earlier a white Dutch actor who played a black-face character for years, quit the job because TV execs didn’t agree on his demand to discontinue this tradition. A week before that a black…


Battlefield 1: Opinions, Ignorance and Optimism

Last week DICE announced the new Battlefield game, and it already managed to stir up quite a flurry of opinion pieces and sharply worded tweets. Even before the game was officially announced, the leaked materials caused a debate. Even though the trailer is in-engine, it doesn’t show actual gameplay, but that doesn’t stop some people from already making sweeping generalisations about the style and tone of the game. Slightly more negative opinions…


Leicester City and the Purge of the Elite

On the eve of Leicester City’s conquest of the Premier League, the whispers of a break-away European Super Liga continue. It’s not a coincidence that these rumours start popping up again as the surprise success of Raineiri’s team seems unstoppable. It started with proposals of wild card system. The Champions League should allow big names like Manchester United to enter the competition every year even if their place at the…


Children, Teachers and the Stupid Things They Do

When I was eight years old, I went with a friend behind the school building and we drew on the wall with markers. I was already a little antifa back then, so I drew swastikas with a prohibitory sign. Like, red rim and diagonal red stripe through the middle. But, obviously markers on a wooden wall; you can’t see colour. So a teacher caught us, and figured we were drawing…


FIFA, Conformism and Toxic Chauvinism

Dark, ominous clouds are packing above BJK Inönü stadium. Bright lights appear against the night’s sky and a thunder rumbles from the stands. Thousands of voices group together in a booming chant, rolling down to the pitch and echoing through the streets of Istanbul. As the glow and smoke of the roman candles slowly drifts apart, the faces of the fans become visible and we see the passion and anticipation…


Awesome Women in Game Journalism

Yesterday I found the most appalling, gross article I read in a long time. I’m not going to link, because they don’t deserve our clicks. A gaming website thought it appropriate to dedicate a feature to women in game journalism. It sounds great, but it wasn’t. Because how were these ladies ranked? Based on good looks, sassiness and sex appeal. Good lord. God forbids we would highlight a marginalised group…


A Conversation With Mario

It’s unusually quiet in the Italian diner. The lights are dimmed and only flickering candles in tacky glass bottles illuminate the place. The buzz from the street outside is sparsely heard. It’s February and cold. Nobody wants to be out. The waiter comes and fills a glass with red wine for me. “Garlic bread, sir?” The patron of the joint stands at the bar and his piercing eyes scan the…