I listen to the music of the radio coming out of the speakers in my car.

I need you to get up on the dance floor/Give that man what he askin for/Cuz I feel like bustin loose and I feel like touchin you/And cant nobody stop the juice so baby tell me whats the use/Its gettin hot in here/So take off all your clothes/I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off

Now this, hot girl, she's not your average girl/She's a morpherotic dream from a magazine/And she's so fine, designed to blow your mind /She's a dominatrix super-model beauty queen /I dream about a girl whose a mix of Destiny's Child/Just little touch of Madonna's wild style/With Janet Jackson's smile, throw in a body like Jennifer's/You got the star of my liquid dreams

The same songs on MTV. Christina Aguilera writhing before a pile of men. Jay Z, a beautiful throng of women motioning for him to join them in the pool. Other channels: sitcoms, soap operas, talk shows, a half hour of comedy, each one the same. Movies. Women with interchangeable bodies and roles. "I need you to save me. Even though I don't say it, I want to sleep with you for everything you do for me." In between, the food, beer, and camera commercials. Clothing ads. Ads with make-up and beauty creams and hair dye and perfume.

The same products that take up aisles of store space. They’re the first counters you walk past. Clothes: skin tight, built-in bras, low cut, high cut, backless, sleeveless, see through. I stand in line to buy them and my eyes rove over covers of actresses and "divas" sprawling eagerly between headlines of lose 10 pounds this weekend and 20 ways to please your man.

You want me to be beautiful, sexual, but there isn't anyone to show me how to do it. Or do you? This is where I find how?

In a video game I'm standing with a gun in hand, looking at everything that I can't be, what everyone thinks I should be, personified. The cruelty of every book, every ad, song, movie, baseless idea, the ideal standard, how it's always been for centuries and centuries. Do you think it matters to me there's one more medium to tell me what I'm not? I pull the trigger for everything She's ever done to me ... and to end her misery.

On Dec. 19, the MediaWise Video Game Report Card came out, giving the industry an F. Their biggest complaint this year was the derogatory portrayal of women in recent games. Despite their one-sided slice and look at a few recent releases, and unsupported studies, their big "issue" isn't anything new. Perhaps they should have focused on one of their own statements more closely:

Almost all video games are designed and produced by men. Many games appear to reflect young male fantasies. It is very disturbing that the most popular games reflect a violent and misogynist attitude toward girls and women or treat girls and women as sexual plaything.

This is just good ol' commentary out of the mouth of a professional ranter. It's getting close to being a series, this makes two weeks, but still nothing permanent. I do hope it strikes a cord with you and it makes you think a bit. If not, please send us some hate mail and I'll never write again. *sob* Enjoy!