Letters to the Editor
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playing the Sims...
We had a German version of "The Sims" on our computer (it belonged to the exchange student). Since the only German commands I knew were "kiss" and "hit," my Sims had some pretty fucked-up, co-dependent relationships, which was amusing for a while.
Eventually my Sims had babies, and one of my favorite activities was to place the bassinet outside, then dig a moat around it. Everyone would pace around the edge as the Sim baby cried, trying to figure out how to reach it. Eventually a Sim social worker would show up, only to pace impotently around the edge of the moat, shaking her clipboard at the heavens. Then the baby would stop crying and a tombstone would show up where the bassinet was!
My brother created the Mormon Sims--man, two wives, seven children (all blondes in long-sleeved shirts and ties)--and the Mexican illegal Sims--Jose, his brother-in-law, his sister, his two nieces, their friend, one niece's little boy, a grandmother, and a couple other guys--all had mullets, wore ratty clothes, and lived in a single room with bare plaster walls, one lightbulb, seven single beds, and a toilet (since there weren't enough beds to go around, they slept in shifts and spent their free time just hanging out in the yard).
We both just did it to see if the computer would let us.
(Now, can you hire and kill MALE prostitutes in Grand Theft Auto IV? Otherwise, they've got a point about the misogyny.
C'mon, give us equal opportunity virtual sociopathy here!)