Crash Override: How Gamergate (Nearly) Destroyed My Life

by Zoe Quinn

This isn’t a story about how we become evacuees. This is a story about how we become resilient.

One Terabyte of Kilobyte Age

I was too painfully aware of the size of the world from my now global circle of internet friends to ever be content with staying in a part of the country that had always felt bleak and ill fitting.

It’s a shame that a lot of us use the internet only to talk shit in comments sections and check our email when we have the sum of human knowledge at our fingertips.

Jeong wrote in The Internet of Garbage

Silence in the face of abuse is not a solution; it’s what abusers want.

Algorithms are not arbiters of objective truth and fairness simply because they’re math.

Content-neutral algorithms can turn the internet into a popularity contest in which the people who want to see you fail are the only ones motivated to vote.

The most frequent question I get asked in interviews about my work isn’t about my work; it’s about what it’s like to be a woman in the games industry. The only answer I give anymore is “You get asked that question a lot.”

The internet has now become a place where I fear discussing my identity at all.

What they get wrong is precisely this false belief that online prejudice is easily compartmentalized or categorized into, say, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, or ableism when really it flows freely between these various bigotries.

it means that having a voice online matters—and abusers want to drive the voices they don’t like out of the conversation.