Video game “purists”, many of whom have now passed forty, insist on a Golden Age of arcade games that took place in the late seventies and early eighties. During this era, young companies bombarded young fans with hit after hit, from Centipede to Asteroids to Defender to Donkey Kong. As games becomes more complex, the old guard aged and ended their interest in later hits like Zelda and Sonic the Hedgehog. I have gradually slipped away from playing new games myself after devoting my early teen years to eagerly awaiting the next big thing. At twenty-two, Mario Kart 64 holds my interest more effectively than anything else that has come out lately.
On the one hand, this is natural. I have better ways to spend my money and free time than I did when I was 13. On the other are those who insist that “retro” games, which tends to mean whatever games came out when they were between the ages of eight and fourteen, are the best games in the history of the world. Still there are other who were born five years after Joust was published and play it on an emulator and will mention that fact whenever given the opportunity.
This is bizarre and peculair. Consider what differentiates “classic” or “retro” from contemporary ones. Technology. “Retro” games have poorer graphics, sound, controls, and pretty much everything you could measure objectively. Now, while many of these games may possess excellent gameplay or other je ne sais quois, no evidence is offered to suggest that they, as a rule, monopolize such subjective factors. Nothing, beyond such non-sequiturs as “they’re too complicated” (so was Donkey Kong compared to Pong) or “they’re commercial” (it was always about the money if you read the history), are offered to dispute that. Even if one assumes that such qualitative, subjective factors have not improved in twenty years -an awkward assumption given the improvements everywhere else- new games are still better. The consumer can pick the subjectively superior ones AND get graphics improved by twenty-five years of development. Any presumption that “retro” games are somehow better than contemporary games for reasons outside of nostalgia is completely false.
While this is a subject I’m far less familiar with, I believe the same carries over with film. Dated comedies are no longer funny because they are dated. Dramas from the fifties are painful to watch due to ancient cinematography and wooden actresses with unnatural, high-felutant accents. Watching them is something for academics or professionals do, not something to watch casually and enjoy.
I say this because people do choose retro games and classic movies over their contemporaries, and consciously, for reasons besides nostalgia. They do so while knowing the graphics or acting sucks, but think that it adds to the “charm” or makes it more “genuine”. This is what I mean by kitsch. Many have the need to choose entertainment that is objectively worse so that they can feel better.
“Hipster irony” is an analogous concept to this particular to a certain subculture with society. “Hipster” males might wear, say, ugly, thick rimmed glasses and an overly-tight fitting sweater. They then feel superior to people who wear proper clothing because they are self-aware of how ridiculous they look. This brand of style and sensibility has been satirized to death pretty effectively at the now-famous blog, Stuff White People Like. Its author points out the ludicrous motivations of “white people” (hipsters) who drive the Toyota Prius, eat organic foods, get arts degrees, and identify with the movie Juno. Some of their environmental concerns may be valid, but the overriding theme of their choices is to appear superior by consciously choosing poor options “ironically”. In a speech at google, the author says,
What [Stuff White People Like really is] about is that “white people” is more of a class than a race thing [...], a different generation of people who still have the same desire for status and competition among neighbors, but unlike in the past when that status was determined by material wealth like the size of your house or the size of your diamond ring, it’s been replaced by “authenticity”, [and] environmental awareness, [...]. It’s about this sort of shift [all the while] we are still as competitive as ever.
To that I add, when choosing environmentalism or indie rock or classic movies or retro video games for reasons of aesthetics rather than substance, there is something wrong. It is especially difficult to pull apart what is what or which choice is genuine since, well, “white people” (or movie aficionados or retro gamers) get very defensive if questioned.
Really -and any entry from Stuff White People Like argues it better in any one of its entries than I can by essay- choosing genuine or environmentally conscious options really boils down to feeling superior. Going to farmers markets or jumping headfirst into another culture is more ostentatious than effective by any measure for those goals. I’m not overstating or misrepresenting these attitudes; for example, there is literally a raw foods restaurant with a sign outside that says “conscious food for conscious people”. All too often (while not always) the end goal of purposely putting annoying restrictions on one’s self, whether that be spending a lot of money on a Toyota Prius, not eating cooked food, or only playing video games with pixels the size of my fist is too congratulate one’s self for doing so.
But still, let’s be honest here.
When I first read Stuff White People Like, I thought it was amazing. It perfectly described the irrational aesthetics of my friends, acquaintances, and coworkers. Certain entries, like Arrested Development, The Daily Show/Cobert Report, and traveling, especially resonated with me. Some of my friends went through the list and counted all the entries that defined them- many. I went through the list and counted all the entries that defined me- few. I liked this fact.
It took me a few weeks to grow sick over the fact that I like that I’m not a “white person”.
Choosing kitsch for the sake of kitsch, whether that is playing thirty year old video games or going to farmers markets, is wrong because it is dependent on feeling unique and superior to others. By acting counter-culture to the counter-culture movements of kitsch, I was doing the same exact thing. Even now, I question my awareness of that as further evidence of trying to trick myself into feeling superior. I really don’t know; is my repulsion to traveling and The Colbert Report out of my objective opinion or only to feel superior to kitsch? Conversely, do I only try to form “objective opinions” so that I can feel superior?
These are the types of realizations that make me want to throw up. Please join me in my bulimia.
And again, I cannot separate in my mind whether that invitation is true or a way to feel superior to the reader.