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The               first               time               I               caught               a               glimpse               of               tattoo               sleeves               on               www.prankpalace.com,               I               thought               they               were               awesome.

I               wanted               a               pair,               and               I               knew               my               boyfriend               would               get               a               kick               out               of               them               as               well.

Recently,               though,               while               shopping               in               Wal-Mart,               we               actually               came               across               a               rack               of               tattoo               sleeves               for               only               $3.88.

Prank               Palace               sells               them               for               nearly               $12,               and               when               I               saw               them               for               under               $4,               I               had               to               have               them.

My               boyfriend,               who               seemed               more               excited               by               them               than               I,               actually               ended               up               buying               them.
               What               are               tattoo               sleeves?
               They               are               painless               tattoos.
               On               very               thin,               yet               durable               netted               nylon               type               slips               are               decorations               that               look               like               actual               tattoos.

When               you               slip               them               onto               your               arm               they               are               to               give               off               an               actual               arm               sleeve               tattoo               type               illusion.
               My               First               Thoughts:
               I               knew               that               buying               them               though               would               only               provide               amusement               for               a               few               minutes,               and               then               that               would               be               that.

They               would               eventually               end               up               lost               in               laundry               room               land,               or               slip               under               the               bed               somewhere               never               to               be               found.
               His               Use:
               He               ripped               open               the               package               and               began               to               pull               the               sleeve               up               onto               his               arm.

At               first               it               was               difficult,               because               they               do               not               really               have               stretchable               elastic               ends.

It's               sort               of               like;               once               it's               tight,               it               won't               budge               up               your               arm               anymore.

He               managed               to               inch               the               arm               sleeve               up               his               arm               little               by               little               till               finally               it               was               in               an               area               he               thought               looked               best.
               One               problem               though,               you               could               totally               tell               down               by               the               wrist               that               they               were               not               real               tats.

In               fact               they               looked               pretty               dumb.

He               then               put               a               watch               on               to               cover               the               area               that               gave               it               away.

As               a               result,               the               sleeve               looked               pretty               realistic...from               a               distance.
               Up               close               the               sleeve               has               mini               mesh               holes               in               the               sleeve,               which               it               a               total               give               away.

From               a               distance,               though,               everything               comes               together               and               looks               pretty               freaking               neat.
               My               Use:
               I               was               pretty               excited               to               get               my               sleeve               on               as               well,               however               I               was               able               to               pull               it               up               pretty               far,               and               the               sleeve               was               still               loose               down               by               my               forearm,               so               basically               it               looked               like               a               loose               long               sleeved               stocking               on               my               arm.

It               turned               out               that               my               arms               were               not               big               enough               to               fill               the               tattoo               sleeve,               and               that               they               were               designed               with               men               in               mind,               or               those               with               large,               large               arms.
               For               me,               it               just               looked               ridiculous.
               Styles:
               There               were               a               few               styles               to               choose               from.

Some               which               were               just               black               tribal               markings,               and               other               sleeves               with               full               color               drawings               of               dragons               and               flames.
               Overall:
               Like               I               had               imagined,               the               tattoo               sleeves               were               cool               for               about               5               minutes,               and               now...

they               sit               somewhere               in               a               bag.

I               don't               think               he               is               going               to               whip               them               out               again,               or               even               bother               to               wear               them               out               in               public.

It               is               my               opinion               that               they               would               be               more               of               a               hit               with               kids...only               they               would               have               to               make               them               a               lot               smaller               to               accommodate               smaller               arms.

As               of               now,               they               are               designed               for               men.
               It               would               be               pretty               pansy               to               see               an               actual               grown               man               walking               around               town               with               a               fake               tattoo               sleeve               on               though...

which               leaves               me               with               a               final               opinion...they               are               worthless               and               lame.






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                   The               red               scarf               stood               out               against               her               pale               collarbone.

    Her               fingers               felt               along               the               inside               of               her               deep               pockets,               tracing               the               frayed               inseam.

    Reaching               around,               she               loosely               grasped               the               largest               coin               her               pocket               contained,               the               new               addition.

    Pulling               it               out,               she               turned               it               between               her               thumb               and               pointer               finger.

    She               watched               the               light               and               shade               play               off               each               other               along               the               capitalized               word,               "Liberty"               as               well               as               the               face               below               it.

    She               dropped               it               back               into               her               pocket,               satisfied               again               with               her               choice               as               she               turned               away               from               the               fountain               where               it               was               found.
                   Caylie               stumbled               slightly               over               the               uneven               bricks               that               spread               out               over               the               courtyard.

    The               fountain               stood               with               a               three-tier               posture               in               its               middle,               with               cool               water               spilling               over               its               sides.

    There               was               nothing               magnificent               about               it.

    It               was               peaceful               like               any               other,               built               in               a               similar               fashion,               and               had               the               same               metallic               look               as               other               fountains               she'd               seen               before.

    Outside               of               the               courtyard               was               a               small               park               where               children               ran               awkwardly               by               on               unsteady               legs.
                   Once               back               at               her               car,               she               paused               with               keys               and               assorted               keychains               hanging               through               the               gaps               of               her               fingers.

    The               park               was               busier               today               due               to               a               fundraiser               so               the               parking               lot               was               like               a               stretched               quilt               of               color.

    From               where               Caylie               was               standing,               she               could               turn               and               look               all               the               way               back               to               where               the               lot               almost               reached               the               road.

    Blues,               reds,               blacks,               and               whites               dominated               with               flecks               of               deep               greens               or               bright               yellows               and               the               occasional               color               that               is               hard               to               identify.

    Placing               her               keys               back               in               her               purse,               Caylie               began               walking               behind               the               cars,               eying               the               license               plates.

    Mostly               South               Carolina               tags.

    The               blue               car               a               few               cars               down               from               her               red               one               was               from               Georgia,               though,               and               the               car               next               to               that               was               apparently               visiting               from               North               Carolina.

    Caylie               probably               looked               lost,               but               she               didn't               mind               as               her               heels               continued               to               click               across               the               pavement.

    She               turned               to               head               back               toward               her               car,               becoming               bored               with               the               visiting               vehicles.

    She               pulled               the               keys               out               of               her               too-small               black               purse               as               she               arrived               at               her               car               again               and               eyed               the               scratch               under               the               door               handle.
                   --               
                   Caylie               pulled               the               sleeve               down               over               her               wrapped               forearm               as               she               stepped               out               into               the               sunlight,               letting               the               glass               door               shut               behind               her.

    In               a               few               hours               she'd               be               able               to               unwrap               her               newest               ink               of               black               and               gray               in               order               to               clean               it               meticulously.

    She               loved               rubbing               the               lotion               into               her               skin,               tracing               the               raised               lines               that               were               slightly               sore               but               mostly               beautiful.

    This               wasn't               her               first               time               by               any               means.

    But               she               could               swear               to               anyone               that               this               one               would               be               her               favorite.
                   After               leaving               the               park,               she               had               immediately               driven               to               her               favorite               tattoo               parlor               and               asked               for               a               replica               that               could               be               placed,               face               up,               on               her               arm.

    What               she               loved               about               parlors               was               that               no               one               cared               what               kind               of               ink               she               got.

    Flipping               through               the               art               books               provided               could               easily               prove               that               -               Virgin               Mary               in               positions               that               would               make               almost               anyone               uncomfortable,               nuns               being               anything               but               chaste,               and               pornographic               fairies.
                   Caylie               paused               by               a               trashcan               that               sat               just               off               the               sidewalk.

    Greasy               sandwich               bags               and               empty               soda               cups               barely               clung               to               the               top               that               was               threatening               to               overflow.

    She               pulled               out               the               coin               she               borrowed               from               the               fountain               earlier,               running               her               thumb               over               the               face               of               it.

    Pinching               it               with               her               forefinger               and               thumb,               she               carefully               balanced               it               on               one               of               the               lids               of               a               crushed               cup               and               left               it               there.
                   --
    Caylie               sat               in               the               middle               of               her               queen-sized               bed,               legs               tangled               in               the               masses               of               blankets.

    Pushing               her               glasses               up               the               frame               of               her               nose,               she               bent               forward               towards               her               laptop,               scrolling               slowly               through               Classified               ads.

    She               could               hear               Steve's               car               parking               outside               of               their               small               apartment.

    From               her               perch,               she               could               see               the               front               door.

    She               didn't               look               up               when               he               entered.

    "I               got               a               new               tattoo               today,"               she               called               out.
                   Steve               crossed               the               apartment               into               their               bedroom,               stopping               just               inside               the               doorway.

    The               corners               of               his               thin               lips               turned               down               as               he               leaned               against               the               wall,               "What?"
                   Caylie               smiled               and               held               out               her               arm               to               reveal               the               coin               imprinted               on               her               skin.

    "It's               a               wish               coin."
                   Steve               took               a               couple               steps               towards               her               as               he               analyzed               the               new               ink,               "It               looks               like               a               nickel,               Caylie."               He               sighed,               "What               the               hell."
                   Caylie's               smile               faded               and               she               folded               her               arms               in               her               lap,               "Well,               thanks               for               the               interest."               She               turned               her               attention               back               to               the               laptop.

    Radioshack               always               seemed               to               be               hiring.
                   "It's               like               you're               saying,               'Hey,               I'm               worth               five               cents.'               Why               would               you               get               a               coin               tattooed               on               your               arm?"
                   PetSmart.

    Sprint.

    Macy's.

    She               continued               scrolling,               uninterested.

    "Because               I               can?"
                   "So               how               many               random               tattoos               is               that               now?

    Five?"
                   "I               even               thought               about               inviting               you               this               time,"               she               replied,               ignoring               his               question.
                   "And               you               obviously               changed               your               mind."
                   Caylie               finally               met               his               gaze,               shoulders               dropping               forward               slightly.

    The               strap               of               her               tank               top               fell               off               her               shoulder,               a               thin               red               line               across               a               thin               white               plane.

    "Well,               would               you               have               come?"
                   Steve               eyed               the               strap.

    Caylie               pushed               it               back               up               onto               her               shoulder.

    "Sure."
                   "I'll               invite               you               next               time               then."               Caylie               returned               her               attention               once               more               to               her               computer.

    Starbucks.

    Dillard's.

    Jenny               Craig.

    Steve               turned               and               mumbled               as               he               left               the               room,               leaving               Caylie               scrolling               through               opportunities.
                   They'd               been               together               for               four               years,               as               shown               by               their               history               displayed               on               the               walls               throughout               the               cramped               apartment.

    She               worked               sometimes,               but               Steve               never               made               it               seem               like               a               necessity.

    He               always               made               sure               to               provide               enough               income               for               them               to               survive               regardless.

    Closing               her               laptop               on               a               Kohl's               ad,               Caylie               leaned               back               against               the               headboard.

    She               ran               her               fingers               over               the               lines               of               her               tattoo               methodically               in               a               constant,               steady               circle.
                   --               
                   On               route               to               her               friend               Josh's               house,               Caylie               stopped               at               a               gas               station               to               buy               a               soda               and               chips               as               she               always               did               on               such               an               occasion.

    After               doing               so,               she               paused               for               a               moment               beside               the               ice               coolers               in               front               of               her               car.

    Placing               the               chips               and               soda               on               the               hood,               she               reached               into               her               pocket               for               matches.

    A               number               was               written               neatly               on               the               wall               behind               her               with               brownish               scrapes               all               over               it.

    She               turned               slightly               and               struck               a               match               against               it               as               she               had               done               many               times               before               and               watched               the               other               customers               in               the               lot.

    They               all               looked               irritated               at               the               world,               standing               blankly               by               their               cars               with               one               hand               on               the               pump.
                   She               had               written               the               number               there               months               ago               on               her               way               to               Josh's               once.

    She               had               been               curious               if               anyone               would               notice               it               there.

    And               if               so,               who               would               call               her?

    What               would               they               want?
                   Satisfied,               she               picked               up               her               things               and               moved               to               return               to               her               car.
                   --               

    The               rapid               clicking               of               controls               could               be               heard               even               from               the               kitchen               as               Caylie               reached               into               the               fridge               for               another               beer.

    She               returned               to               Josh's               room               and               sat               on               the               edge               of               the               bed,               watching               as               Donkey               Kong               dominated               the               other               computer               players               in               Super               Smash               Brawl.

    Finally               gaining               control               of               the               Smash               Ball,               D.Kong               whipped               out               his               drums,               sound               waves               knocking               the               other               players               off               the               screen.

    Caylie               placed               Josh's               beer               on               the               floor               at               his               feet               before               opening               her               soda.

    The               game               over,               Josh               threw               his               controller               to               the               side               and               grabbed               his               beer,               "Thanks.

    Want               to               play               a               round?"
                   Caylie               shook               her               head,               "I               suck               too               much.

    I               can               dominate               you               in               Mario               Kart,               though."
                   Josh               laughed,               "Oh-ho.

    Lies."               He               took               a               swig               before               moving               to               change               games.

    "Is               Steve               coming               over               later?"
                   Caylie               shrugged,               "Depends               on               how               he               feels               after               work."
                   Josh               nodded               in               response.

    "Well,               either               way."
                   A               friend               for               at               least               two               years,               Josh               was               almost               never               serious.

    He               felt               that               laughter               truly               fixed               everything.

    Caylie               preferred               that               he               didn't               try               to               mend               things               beyond               a               joke               or               two.
                   Josh               placed               his               hand               on               her               lower               back.

    It               was               warm               from               his               grip               on               the               controller               earlier.

    She               glanced               at               him               from               the               corner               of               her               eye               as               he               spoke,               "Game               time?"
                   She               smiled               and               pulled               away               from               his               hand,               reaching               down               to               grab               her               own               controller.

    He               left               his               hand               on               the               bed               behind               her               as               she               did               so,               watching               as               she               readjusted.

    Only               when               he               needed               to               start               choosing               characters               did               he               remove               his               hand.
                   Later               that               night,               others               had               decided               to               join               them.

    While               the               boys               continued               playing               their               games,               Caylie               slipped               away               to               sit               out               on               the               porch               and               finish               her               drink.

    This               was               a               regular               Friday               night               for               them               -               drinking               and               video               games.

    Caylie               was               one               of               the               guys               on               those               nights,               something               she               preferred.
                   As               she               sat,               she               watched               the               cars               on               the               main               road               next               to               the               street               that               she               was               on.

    The               headlights               bobbed               over               the               nearby               railroad               tracks               before               swinging               around               at               the               bend               in               the               road               and               passing               out               of               her               sight.
                   When               Caylie               was               halfway               through               her               drink,               the               door               next               to               her               opened               and               shed               a               stream               of               light               onto               the               porch               deck               followed               by               a               tall               silhouette.

    She               looked               up               to               see               Josh               as               he               shut               the               door               behind               him,               "Getting               bored?"
                   Caylie               shook               her               head,               "No,               just               chilling               out               here               for               a               bit."
                   Josh               sat               next               to               her               and               patted               her               on               the               knee               before               leaning               back               in               his               lawn               chair,               "We               could               probably               see               the               moon               if               the               trees               weren't               in               the               way."
                   As               the               two               sat               together,               Caylie               held               onto               her               cup               tightly               in               one               hand.

    "The               headlights               look               like               little               moons,"               she               spoke               as               she               waved               her               other               hand               in               the               direction               of               the               cars.
                   There               was               a               pause               as               Josh               looked               over,               "Yea,               I               suppose               they               do."
                   The               noise               from               inside               broke               through               as               the               door               was               opened               again.

    Steve               stepped               out               onto               the               porch               and               leaned               against               the               handrail,               beer               in               hand.
                   "The               match               over?"               Josh               asked.
                   "Yea.

    If               you               want               in,               I               think               they're               about               to               play               another               game."
                   "Sweet,"               Josh               stood,               vacating               the               chair               next               to               Caylie.

    "Catch               you               two               inside               then."
                   Steve               moved               to               sit               next               to               Caylie.

    "You               alright,               sweetie?

    Been               kinda               quiet."
                   Caylie               lifted               the               red               solo               to               her               lips               and               drank               the               mixture               of               bitter               and               sweet,               "Yea."               She               turned               to               face               him,               "I'm               glad               you               decided               to               come               hang               out."
                   Steve               smiled,               "Gotta               take               a               break               every               now               and               then,               huh?"
                   Caylie               placed               the               cup               in               between               her               knees,               running               her               finger               around               the               rim.
                   He               reached               over               and               rested               his               hand               on               her               knee,               giving               it               a               little               squeeze,               "Want               to               go               back               in?"
                   Caylie               shifted               in               her               chair,               "You               go               ahead.

    I'll               be               in               a               little               bit."
                   Steve               stood               and               leaned               down,               giving               her               a               quick               kiss,               "Okay."
                   Left               alone               once               more,               Caylie               took               another               swig               of               her               drink,               looking               back               over               at               the               little               moons.
                   --               
                   Caylie's               sneakers               made               contact               with               the               pavement               repetitively,               her               body               synching               with               the               music               that               came               through               her               ear-buds.

    The               river               looked               calm               in               the               morning,               appearing               as               though               it               wasn't               moving               at               all.

    She               passed               a               man               jogging               with               his               dog               in               the               opposite               direction               as               she.

    The               dog               looked               out               of               breath,               the               bright               leash               falling               slack               as               the               dog's               pace               slowed               in               comparison               to               the               man's.

    As               the               pavement               turned               slightly               upwards,               Caylie               could               feel               a               stitch               in               her               side               begin               to               dig               into               her               ribcage.

    She               lifted               her               arms               above               her               head,               slowing               only               slightly,               her               feet               hitting               the               pavement               harder               with               more               tired               steps.
                   Steve               had               kissed               her               goodbye               when               he               left               for               work               earlier               that               morning.

    It               made               her               feel               better,               when               he'd               brush               the               hair               out               of               her               face               and               poke               her               on               the               nose               when               her               eyes               fluttered               open.
                   Coming               up               on               the               bench               that               sat               on               its               own               little               cliff               overlooking               the               river,               Caylie               stopped.

    She               sat               heavily,               leaning               back               and               taking               deep               breaths.

    Her               heartbeat               pounded               hard               against               her               chest               while               it               tried               to               slow               itself               down               as               she               breathed.
                   Her               friends               would               probably               be               sleeping               off               their               hangovers               for               another               couple               hours.

    After               being               woken               up               by               Steve,               she               had               an               early               start               on               everyone.

    She               took               her               time               washing               the               tattoo               and               moisturizing               it               so               that               it               wouldn't               crack               and               peel.

    Then               she               prepared               herself               for               her               weekend               run.

    It               was               always               a               short               one,               but               it               was               enough               to               get               her               up               and               going.
                   She               spun               her               ring               around               her               finger               methodically               as               she               breathed,               the               music               still               the               only               sound               she               could               hear.

    She               watched               the               occasional               bird               fly               down               towards               the               river               before               rising               back               up               in               the               air               and               the               fish               that               swam               in               the               more               shallow               areas.
                   Caylie               sat               there               for               a               while,               observing               and               allowing               her               body               to               rest.

    As               time               passed,               she               noticed               less               movement               in               her               surroundings.

    Nothing               else               seemed               to               move               except               her               chest               as               she               inhaled               and               her               ring               as               it               twirled.






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    At               present               time               most               Americans               believe               they               have               overcome               gender               discrimination.

    Many               claim               that               America               has               reached               the               point               of               true               equality               where               men               and               women               have               equal               rights.

    Yet,               everyone               should               realize               that               this               actually               is               not               the               case,               the               idea               of               male               superiority               exists               in               modern               American               society.

    It               lives               in               our               workplace,               in               our               government,               in               our               military,               and               more.

    People               may               expect               it               to               exist               in               these               places;               however,               not               many               have               noticed               the               effects               of               the               concept               of               male               superiority               in               one               of               the               most               common               forms               of               entertainment,               video               games.

    Video               games               tend               to               favor               male               characters               and               place               females               as               damsels               in               distress               or               sex               icons,               thus               teaching               players               gender               stereotypes               and               male               superiority.

    In               1998,               Tracy               L.

    Dietz               examined               thirty-three               games               on               the               Nintendo               and               Sega               Genesis               game               consoles.

    Thirty-one               percent               of               the               games               did               not               have               a               female               character.

    When               there               was               a               female               character,               she               was               shown               in               a               submissive               position.

    Merely               15               percent               of               the               female               characters               attained               hero               statuses,               the               others               were               princesses               or               wise               older               women               (qtd.

    in               Jansz               and               Martis               143).

    The               games               were               thus               dominated               by               male               heroes.

    Not               only               was               there               a               lack               of               women               represented,               but               they               were               mostly               submissive               or               supportive               characters.

    This               teaches               the               stereotype               that               women               are               the               weaker               sex               and               need               to               be               rescued               by               men,               the               heroes.
                   In               the               summer               of               2002,               Berrin               Beasley               and               Tracy               Collins               Standley               did               a               study               on               clothing               as               an               indicator               of               gender               role               stereotyping               in               video               games.

    They               randomly               picked               games               from               Nintendo               64               and               Sony               Play-station.

    All               of               the               characters               (human,               animal               or               object               in               a               video               game               which               displayed               human               like               characteristics)               were               coded               based               on               their               gender,               and               their               clothing.

    Clothing               was               further               divided               by               sleeve               length,               neckline,               lower               body               attire               (which               was               later               removed               because               the               findings               were               not               significant),               and               cleavage.

    From               the               forty-seven               games,               five               hundred               ninety-seven               characters               were               coded.
                   The               results               were               intriguing.

    Of               all               the               characters               analyzed,               427               were               men,               82               were               women,               and               88               were               of               an               indeterminable               gender.

    This               means               that               most               of               the               characters               portrayed               in               video               games               are               male.

    Around               fifty               percent               of               the               world               is               female,               yet               only               one               in               every               four               of               the               video               games               included               females               (Beasley               and               Standley               289).

    Under               representation               of               females               shows               how               males               are               privileged               in               games.

    It               was               also               ironic               there               were               more               aliens               or               creatures               represented               than               females,               which               can               lead               one               to               believe               females               are               less               important               than               non-existent               creatures.
                   In               sleeve               length,               nearly               half               of               the               females               were               shown               without               sleeves;               most               were               wearing               halter               and               tank               tops               or               bathing               suits.

    This               proved               that               women               are               shown               with               fewer               clothes               than               men               in               video               games.

    Of               the               twenty-               eight               characters               with               a               low               neckline,               twenty-four               were               female.

    Of               the               seventy-one               female               characters               with               visible               cleavage,               twenty-nine               (41%)               were               considered               voluptuous               (having               large               or               overly               large               breasts).

    Furthermore,               thirty-one               percent               of               the               characters               with               voluptuous               breasts               were               n               games               rated               E               for               everyone.

    This               means               that               little               kids               can               play               these               games               with               suggestive               characters.

    Thus,               the               majority               of               the               female               characters               are               dressed               in               such               a               way               as               to               bring               attention               to               their               bodies               (Beasley               and               Standley               269).

    Bringing               attention               to               the               bodies               of               females               shows               the               stereotypes               of               what               women               "should               be."
                   Being               dressed               in               these               ways               can               create               a               strong               sexual               meaning               for               the               boys               or               young               men               (Beasley               and               Standley               269).

    The               appearances               of               women               in               these               games               may               cause               them               to               believe               all               women               should               or               will               dress               provocatively               and/or               have               voluptuous               breasts.

    It               can               also               make               girls               who               play               video               games               inferior               about               their               own               bodies               or               clothing,               some               may               even               try               to               be               like               the               females               portrayed.
                   Jeroen               Jansz               and               Raynel               G.

    Martis               completed               a               study               of               twelve               games               in               2007.

    The               games               were               chosen               based               for               their               portrayal               of               different               races               and               genders               and               for               their               storyline.

    The               story               lines               helped               determine               the               roles               and               position               of               characters               based               on               race               and               gender.

    The               focus               was               on               just               the               human               characters.

    They               were               analyzed               based               on               gender,               race,               role               and               appearance               (Jansz               and               Martis               144-145).
                   The               results               included               twenty-two               characters.

    Thirteen               of               the               twenty-two               characters               were               men.

    The               leading               characters               had               an               equal               distribution               of               six               men               and               six               women.

    Yet,               the               supporting               characters               included               seven               men               and               only               three               women.

    Five               of               the               nine               women               wore               sexy               attire,               clothing               which               shows               skin               or               could               be               seen               as               seductive               and/or               suggestive.

    This               matches               the               stereotype               women               are               to               dress               provocatively.

    This               means               half               were               being               showcased               as               being               sexual               icons.

    Seven               of               the               nine               women               were               thin,               two               were               average               and               none               were               heavy.

    Also,               77               percent               of               the               women               had               breasts               that               were               considered               to               be               large               (Jansz               and               Martis               144-146).

    These               physical               characteristics               play               into               the               stereotype               that               women               should               be               thin               and               have               large               breasts.

    The               portrayal               of               women               in               video               games               as               sexual               icons               teaches               the               players               these               stereotypes.
                   At               my               own               home               I               picked               out               three               Nintendo               Game-cube               games               at               random               from               a               stack               of               around               forty.

    The               ones               picked               were               Mario               Superstar               Baseball,               Need               for               Speed               Underground               and               The               Urbz:               Sims               in               the               city.

    After               examining               the               front               and               back               covers               it               was               clear               to               me               how               females               were               portrayed.

    In               Need               for               Speed               Underground,               there               was               only               a               car               on               the               front.

    On               the               back               there               was               an               average               height               woman               wearing               a               white               tank               top               and               low               rider               pants.

    She               had               an               above               average               sized               chest,               a               somewhat               small               waist               and               tattoos               on               her               upper               left               arm.

    This               can               bring               in               the               thought               that               people               driving               the               cars               in               the               game               were               doing               it               to               get               women.

    Even               though               she               was               not               overly               provocative,               players               of               the               game               may               assume               that               women               love               those               who               compete               in               street               racing               or               that               they               will               dress               with               more               skin               showing.
                   In               Mario               Superstar               Baseball,               the               front               cover               only               shows               male               characters               (Bowser,               Mario,               Luigi,               Wario,               Donkey               Kong)               and               an               unidentifiable               gendered               dinosaur               (Yoshi).

    All               the               characters               are               shown               in               a               small               column               on               the               right               of               the               back               cover.

    This               column               includes               the               characters               on               the               front               plus               two               females,               four               other               male               characters               and               an               unidentifiable               gender               dinosaur               (Princess               Peach,               Daisy,               Waluigi,               Diddy               Kong,               Bowser               Junior,               and               Birdo).

    In               total               there               were               eight               characters               of               male               gender               (two               of               which               were               nonhuman),               two               female               characters               (they               both               are               wearing               blue               earrings),               and               two               dinosaurs               of               unidentifiable               gender.

    The               female               characters               are               only               displayed               as               often               as               the               dinosaurs,               yet               in               the               modern               world               dinosaurs               are               extinct               and               females               make               up               half               of               the               population.

    It               can               seem               ironic               that               both               of               the               female               characters               are               wearing               jewelry,               as               if               they               were               going               somewhere               nice.

    However,               they               were               only               going               to               be               playing               baseball.

    This               makes               the               players               think               that               girls               should               always               wear               jewelry               no               matter               what               the               occasion.

    They               both               have               long               hair               which               is               nicely               put               in               a               pony               tail               or               a               combed               to               their               shoulder.

    This               suggests               women               should               always               have               their               hair               looking               nice.

    These               portrayals               of               characters               hint               at               and               teach               gender               stereotypes.

    Male               superiority               is               shown               by               the               abundance               of               male               characters               compared               to               female.
                   In               The               Urbz:               Sims               in               the               City,               there               is               an               equal               depiction               of               two               males               and               two               females               on               the               front               cover.

    On               the               back               cover               there               seems               to               be               a               decent               amount               of               females               in               four               frames               describing               the               game.

    This               game               has               equal               representation               of               both               genders.

    There               is               a               slight               issue               with               the               way               females               are               clothed               and               their               body               structures.

    One               of               the               females               on               the               front               has               above               average               chest               with               a               small               waist,               large               hips               and               long               thin               legs.

    She               is               wearing               a               bare               midriff               leather               jacket,               purple               belly               shirt               and               jeans               that               go               down               past               her               hipbones.

    The               other               female               on               the               front               had               a               very               low               cut               purple               jacket               where               cleavage               is               visible,               and               skinny               legs               with               very               tight               sweatpants.

    This               demonstrates               that               some               games               have               become               conscious               that               women               should               be               shown               equally.

    Yet,               within               these               games,               stereotypes               about               women's               bodies               are               evident.

    Women               should               have               a               large               chest,               small               waist               and               medium               to               large               hips.

    They               should               be               skinny               and               have               a               long               neck               and               long               legs.

    Though               these               games               have               made               progress               to               show               more               women,               they               still               show               them               stereotypically               and               do               not               take               into               account               all               women               have               different               structures.

    This               can               teach               male               players               to               expect               women               to               have               "perfect"               bodies,               and               female               players               of               what               they               should               look               like.
                   The               Entertainment               Software               Association               estimates               that               "fully               half               of               all               Americans               age               6               or               older               play               video               games"               (ESA               2005).

    This               means               that               the               majority               of               all               Americans               who               are               six               years               of               age               or               older               have               been               learning               from               video               games.

    They               learn               that               males,               being               more               prevalent               in               the               games,               are               superior               to               females.

    They               are               taught               that               women               should               look               and               dress               certain               ways.

    Also,               women               are               seen               as               submissive               and/or               as               sex               icons               and               hardly               ever               the               heroes.

    Even               when               women               are               shown               as               main               characters               or               heroes,               they               are               dressed               in               provocative               ways.

    In               1992,               Eugene               Provenzo               Jr.

    suggested               "Like               television,               video               games               are               a               type               of               medium               providing               information               that               both               entertains               and               educates."               It               seems               he               is               indeed               correct.
                   It               is               obvious               that               video               games               play               a               major               role               in               the               lives               of               children,               young               adults               and               even               some               older               people.

    Anyone               can               learn               so               much               from               these               games.

    Yet,               are               the               games               teaching               correct               and               moral               concepts?

    This               new               industry               has               impacted               the               lives               of               people               all               across               America.

    Have               we,               as               Americans,               really               gotten               past               inequality               among               genders?

    The               Video               games               industry               suggests               otherwise,               through               stereotyping               and               male               superiority,               that               we               still               make               assumptions               based               on               gender.

    So,               next               time               anyone               picks               up               that               controller               they               should               ask               "What               am               I               really               learning               here?"
                   Works               Cited
                   Beasley,               Berrin               and               Tracy               Collins               Standley.

    "Shirts               vs.Skins:               Clothing               as               an               Indicator               of               Gender               Role               Stereotyping               in               Video               Games."               Mass               Communication               &               Society               5.3               (Summer               2002):               279-293.

    Academic               Search               Premier.

    EBSCO.

    Loyola               Notre               Dame               Library,               Baltimore,               MD.

    17               November               2007.
                   "Game               Player               Data."               Entertainment               Software               Association.(2005).

    17               November               2007.Jansz,               Jeroen,               and               Raynel               G.

    Martis.

    "The               Lara               Phenomenon:               Powerful               Female               Characters               in               Video               Games."               Sex               Roles               56.3/4               (Feb.

    2007):               141-148.

    Academic               Search               Premier.

    EBSCO.

    Loyola               Notre               Dame               Library,               Baltimore,               MD.

    17               November               2007.
                   Mario               Superstar               Baseball.

    Redmond:               Nintendo               of               America               Inc.

    NAMCO.

    2005.
                   Need               for               Speed               Underground.

    Redwood               City:               Electronic               Arts               Inc.

    Nintendo.

    2003.
                   Provenzo               Jr.,               Eugene               F.

    "What               do               video               games               teach."Education               Digest               58.4               (Dec.

    1992):               56.

    Academic               Search               Premier.

    EBSCO.

    Loyola               Notre               Dame               Library,               Baltimore,               MD.

    17               November               2007.
                   The               Urbz:               Sims               in               the               City.

    Redwood               City:               Electronic               Arts               Inc.

    Nintendo.

    2004.






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