Sexual assault scandal hits ‘Overwatch’ League team before season starts


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Before Overwatch League's first season has even had a chance to begin, one team has already fired one of its staff members over allegations that he sexually assaulted a Twitch streamer.

The San Francisco Shock fired team manager Maxwell Bateman after he was accused of sexual assault by Twitch streamer Krystlin, team owner Andy Miller announced via Twitter today.

In accordance with NRG ESports zero tolerance policy, Max Bateman will no longer be employed by the organization.

— Andy Miller (@amiller) November 6, 2017 Read more…

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‘Stranger Things’ “Honest Trailer” Compares The Show To ‘The Hangover’ & It’s Perfect

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Read This When You Are Waiting For A Text Back

Read This When You Are Waiting For A Text Back

Girl waiting for a text back
QC Photography

Stop staring at your phone screen. Stop checking to make sure that you didn’t miss a notification. Stop equating your worth to how quickly someone texts you back — or whether they text you back at all.

You can’t put your life on hold while you wait for them to give you attention. You can’t spend every second wondering what they are doing instead of answering you. You can’t let a text back from them make your day and let being ignored from them ruin your day. You can’t let them hold that much power over you.

If they take a while to respond, don’t jump to conclusions. Don’t assume that you aren’t good enough for them. That they aren’t interested in you. That they want nothing to do with you. That they read your text and rolled their eyes because you mean nothing to them.

And don’t hate yourself for sending the text in the first place. Don’t tell yourself that you were an idiot for trying to connect with them, that you shouldn’t have bothered. Don’t sell yourself short. Don’t let your insecurities get the best of you.

You have no idea what they are going through. They might be busy. They might be asleep. They might be at work. They might be trying to impress you by playing it cool. They might be struggling to come up with a suitable answer to send you.

You can’t freak out if ten minutes go by and they don’t respond, because even if you are a priority, it might take them a little while to text you back. You can’t expect them to drop everything for you. You can’t expect to be the center of their world.

Of course, if they make a habit of waiting three days to answer your messages or avoid answering you completely, then you don’t need them. You are better off without them. You are better off erasing their number from your phone so you never have the temptation to reach out to them again.

You don’t want to waste your energy texting someone who is never going to answer you. Someone who doesn’t value your time enough to type out a two sentence text to you.

If they make it clear that they are only going to text you when they feel like talking to you — when they are bored or lonely or drunk — then you shouldn’t make an effort for them. You shouldn’t give them what they want if they can’t give you what you want — and all you want is a text back. You’re really not asking for much. You’re not out of your lane.

Of course, don’t blame yourself when your phone screen stays blank. Don’t be mad that you tried to talk to them and got the cold shoulder. Be thankful that you reached out to them and discovered how they truly felt about you. Be happy that you realized they weren’t good enough for you. That they aren’t worth a second of your time. That they aren’t worth one more text. TC mark

Read This When You Are Waiting For A Text Back

Read This When You Are Waiting For A Text Back

Girl waiting for a text back
QC Photography

Stop staring at your phone screen. Stop checking to make sure that you didn’t miss a notification. Stop equating your worth to how quickly someone texts you back — or whether they text you back at all.

You can’t put your life on hold while you wait for them to give you attention. You can’t spend every second wondering what they are doing instead of answering you. You can’t let a text back from them make your day and let being ignored from them ruin your day. You can’t let them hold that much power over you.

If they take a while to respond, don’t jump to conclusions. Don’t assume that you aren’t good enough for them. That they aren’t interested in you. That they want nothing to do with you. That they read your text and rolled their eyes because you mean nothing to them.

And don’t hate yourself for sending the text in the first place. Don’t tell yourself that you were an idiot for trying to connect with them, that you shouldn’t have bothered. Don’t sell yourself short. Don’t let your insecurities get the best of you.

You have no idea what they are going through. They might be busy. They might be asleep. They might be at work. They might be trying to impress you by playing it cool. They might be struggling to come up with a suitable answer to send you.

You can’t freak out if ten minutes go by and they don’t respond, because even if you are a priority, it might take them a little while to text you back. You can’t expect them to drop everything for you. You can’t expect to be the center of their world.

Of course, if they make a habit of waiting three days to answer your messages or avoid answering you completely, then you don’t need them. You are better off without them. You are better off erasing their number from your phone so you never have the temptation to reach out to them again.

You don’t want to waste your energy texting someone who is never going to answer you. Someone who doesn’t value your time enough to type out a two sentence text to you.

If they make it clear that they are only going to text you when they feel like talking to you — when they are bored or lonely or drunk — then you shouldn’t make an effort for them. You shouldn’t give them what they want if they can’t give you what you want — and all you want is a text back. You’re really not asking for much. You’re not out of your lane.

Of course, don’t blame yourself when your phone screen stays blank. Don’t be mad that you tried to talk to them and got the cold shoulder. Be thankful that you reached out to them and discovered how they truly felt about you. Be happy that you realized they weren’t good enough for you. That they aren’t worth a second of your time. That they aren’t worth one more text. TC mark

We Know Reality TV Is Fake, So Why Do We Treat It Like It’s Real?

We Know Reality TV Is Fake, So Why Do We Treat It Like It’s Real?

The "Bachelorette Tell All"
Youtube / Anna Maria

Why don’t we have a Truman Show? A reality television show similar to the movie where Jim Carrey’s life is broadcasted to the world? Probably because it’d be deadly boring. We’d turn on the TV and see our man brushing his teeth. Paying bills. Flipping through magazines. Sleeping. In the movie, viewers treat The Truman Show like a screensaver: inert, a program to watch while cooking, cleaning, even sleeping. Truman’s life only becomes dramatic when he realizes it’s fake and wants out.

Anyone creating a biographical drama or documentary about a prominent figure knows their story must center on the most interesting sliver of a subject’s life. Selection is key. The creators of the film Hannah Arendt, for example, built a story around Arendt’s reporting on the Adolf Eichmann war-crimes trial for The New Yorker, an assignment that later became her most famous work, The Banality of Evil.

Storytellers select, because a full human life — even high-profile lives — are mostly boring. Would we really want to see Einstein punching-in and punching-out at the patent office? Course not. We want to see him scribble E=mc2 on a whiteboard or dash off a letter to the president, warning about the dangers of the atomic age. Watch: this is where Albert learns that a light beam can bend. Hannah Arendt laid down to think every afternoon. The creators of Hannah Arendt chose to depict the political theorist’s habit, and — no surprise — thinking isn’t cinematic.

Makers of reality TV shows battle the same devil. Their footage is mostly comprised of boring bits. The cooking, the grooming, the hot tub lounging (provided it’s just lounging). Why do you think there isn’t a television in the house? Because contestants would watch it. Same with the no cell phone policy. Who wants to watch people text or browse Facebook? Not entertaining. Editors exist because we need curators. Selectors. We need professionals to trim the fat. To give us the “good stuff,” that 1% that dazzles us, holds our eyeballs. And conflict is king. The offensive remark, the disingenuous apology, the pushing and shoving.

Mostly it’s the subtext we crave. The selectors juxtapose a contestant’s remarks with contradictory actions, creating a rich subtext. She said she hates her, but now she’s acting pleasant. He said he has a girlfriend, but now he’s playing single. Duplicity is interesting. Infidelity is interesting. Bold-faced lies are very interesting. Says Megan Parris from Season 13 of The Bachelor, “Editing is what makes the show.”

This isn’t groundbreaking stuff. We know reality TV isn’t “reality.” It’s a construct, like a supermodel on the cover of Vogue. Face polished, cellulite trimmed. No space between the hips? “Our guy in creative can take care of that.” But reality show contestants aren’t characters on a screenplay. They have heartbeats and blood pressures, as well as feelings and reputations, both of which are often damaged by these selections.

Women who don’t receive a rose on The Bachelor ride empty limos to airports, blotting mascara from their eyes. They torment themselves for 10 million viewers. Will I ever find love? Am I even worth love? Such questions stick. Haunt. Self-esteem issues. Abandonment issues. Then the public shaming. “Villains” are pulverized in the media. The worst are called to the hot seat on “The Women/Men Tell All,” and a room full of pretty girls glare at the misbehaved, misspoken, mis… whatever.

“This guy acted up,” you say. He was offensive. He was hateful, stupid, a juvenile drunk. We know this because we saw this. But what did we see? Didn’t we agree that the show, which so firmly glued your eyes to the screen, wasn’t reality? That the storylines and characters are composed, not reported? That the entire show is based on deceit? And yet our feelings of disgust persist. Our hate is as real as real gets.

Because we’ve done some selections of our own. We forgot that editors omitted an apology. Cut a contestant’s remorse or regret or shame. How differently would we perceive Hamlet if he hadn’t mused out loud for the audience? “He did some killing, but hey, at least he feels bad about it.” Shakespeare knew that hearing remorse evokes empathy. We might not like Hamlet, but his guilt is like our guilt. He’s a human being, complex and flawed, just like me. If we witness bad behavior and don’t see and hear – and thus feel – remorse, we experience disgust.

We also forgot that if someone stocked your cabinets with booze and shacked you up in a spiffy mansion without televisions and phones while you were jobless, isolated from the world and vying for one man or woman’s heart, you might start trouble, too. You might gossip, overreact, pick a fight. Now watch as the man who gives you butterflies kisses your new best friend. Watch your temper unsteady itself. Watch yourself become catty, downright mean. Watch as the walls surrounding your unconquerable soul come tumbling down.

Say you’re careful, tightlipped, not giving up anything juicy. Beware of the provocative questions during confessionals.

Producer: “Did you know he had a girlfriend?”

Beware of the staff’s meddling.

Cameraman: “Maybe you should confront him?”

According to Parris, “They basically will call you names, berate you, and curse at you until they get you to say what they want you to say.”

Even if you played nice with others, watched your words (and alcohol intake), you’d probably slip up. And once is enough. Say you’re perfect? They can work with that, too. “You’ll hear someone make one comment and then they’ll show a clip of somebody’s face to make it look like that is their facial reaction to that statement, but really, somebody made that face the day before to something else,” Parris explained. “It’s just piecing things together to make a story.”

For some reason, this isn’t fraud. All media professionals are bound by codes of conduct. Why not editors and producers of reality TV? It’s been over a decade of this strange art form, and it’s still the Wild West with regard to professional ethics. Journalists can’t dice up b-roll. Memoirists can’t invent people or events. The public crucified the science writer Jonah Lehar for lifting passages and fudging Bob Dylan quotes. We eviscerated writer James Frey for fabricating parts of his life on the page. Both are outcasts now, personas non grata. But when Mr. A-hole (Juan Pablo?) sits in that hot seat on The Women Tell All, watch that white-hot disgust bubble up in the pretty girls’ faces. They hate players, not the game. Not the selectors, but the contestants.

In the BuzzFeed article, Career Confidential: A Reality TV Editor Reveals The Most And Least Fake Show, an anonymous video editor says that when he first arrived in California looking for a job, employers didn’t care where he went to school. “It’s just like ‘can you do this?’ and ‘can you do this by tomorrow?’”

This sounds awfully familiar.

During Hannah Arendt’s reporting on Adolf Eichmann’s trial, she made a profound observation: Eichmann wasn’t a monster, a crazed psychopath, as one might expect from a man responsible for such unspeakable crimes. Arendt even suggested Eichmann wasn’t anti-Semitic. He was disturbingly “normal.” A bureaucrat. “A nobody,” her character says in the film. A nobody following orders. During the trial, Eichmann didn’t take responsibility for his actions, because, writes Arendt, “He did his duty… he not only obeyed orders, he also obeyed the law.”

The anonymous video editor was following orders as well, motivated to do his job or else he wouldn’t have a job. This is not to equate the makers of reality TV shows with Nazis, but to suggest perhaps there’s a similar dynamic at play. A banality to editing? Selecting without thinking. Selecting without remembering the blood pressures and heartbeats, the feelings and reputations, the limo rides.

And what about a banality to viewing? Watching without thinking. When Mr. A-hole sits in the hot seat, we turn up our noses, but we do so in an unthinking state, forgetting that this is a real person in unrealistic circumstances portrayed in unreal ways. Perhaps this is why the bloopers at the end of Bachelor episodes are so redeeming. They snap us out of our thoughtlessness. We see real people in real situations – imperfect, silly, unfiltered. Sure they contradicted themselves, lied, cheated, acted nasty, but so have we. We empathize, because they’re human. Like us.

A Truman Show doesn’t exist because it would be boring. It doesn’t exist because it wouldn’t be right. It’d be too far. We wouldn’t pity Truman, we’d pity ourselves for delighting in such profound meddling. But if we do one day create such a show, we’ll hope our man wakes up. We’ll root for the day when he discovers reality. Pray he escapes. Creates a new life and never looks back. We’ll wish this for our man, because we wish this for ourselves. TC mark

I Am Not Going To Pretend I Don’t Care About You To Seem Cool

Girl who is not going to pretend not to care
Unsplash / Almos Bechtold

It’s obvious that I have feelings for you. There is no sense in hiding it. If you text me, I am not going to wait three hours to answer you so that it looks like I have better things to do than talk to you. If you invite me to your place, I’m not going to pretend to be busy so that you think I lead some exciting life.

It’s harder for me to play pretend, to act like you mean nothing to me, than to admit the truth. It takes more energy for me to ignore your texts than to answer them right away. It takes more time for me to plan out what I am going to say to you so that I come across as casual than it does to type the first awkward thing to pop into my head.

That might turn you off, it might make you think of me as too much, but you know what? I am not sorry that I am authentic. I am not embarrassed about how open I am when it comes to my feelings and my past and who I am inside.

If I’m being completely honest, I wish more people were like me. I wish more people would say what they were thinking instead of running the words through a filter in their mind. I wish more people would go after what they want instead of sitting on the sidelines silently. I wish more people listened to their guts, followed their hearts, and ignored their heads.

Maybe I should follow the flirting rules that everyone else seems to abide by. Maybe that would get me further with you. But I will never know, because I am not going to pretend that I don’t care about you to come across as cool. I am not going to purposely avoid liking your pictures so that it looks like I haven’t seen them. I am not going to actively ignore your messages so that it looks like you aren’t a priority.

I am going to text you back as soon as I have the chance. I am going to press the heart button on whatever pictures I like from your feed. I am not going to hold myself back out of fear of what you will think of me.

I would rather be myself. I would rather wear my heart on my sleeve. I would rather make it obvious that I like you than spend the rest of my life wondering what would have happened between us if I tried harder, if I made it clear how I felt.

I am never going to regret the shameless way that I flirt with you or how quickly I text back or what I say when I am drunk and am even more honest than usual. I am not going to feel bad about telling the truth instead of giving into pressure and acting like you mean nothing to me.

You do mean something to me. You might as well know it. TC mark

I Am Not Going To Pretend I Don’t Care About You To Seem Cool

Girl who is not going to pretend not to care
Unsplash / Almos Bechtold

It’s obvious that I have feelings for you. There is no sense in hiding it. If you text me, I am not going to wait three hours to answer you so that it looks like I have better things to do than talk to you. If you invite me to your place, I’m not going to pretend to be busy so that you think I lead some exciting life.

It’s harder for me to play pretend, to act like you mean nothing to me, than to admit the truth. It takes more energy for me to ignore your texts than to answer them right away. It takes more time for me to plan out what I am going to say to you so that I come across as casual than it does to type the first awkward thing to pop into my head.

That might turn you off, it might make you think of me as too much, but you know what? I am not sorry that I am authentic. I am not embarrassed about how open I am when it comes to my feelings and my past and who I am inside.

If I’m being completely honest, I wish more people were like me. I wish more people would say what they were thinking instead of running the words through a filter in their mind. I wish more people would go after what they want instead of sitting on the sidelines silently. I wish more people listened to their guts, followed their hearts, and ignored their heads.

Maybe I should follow the flirting rules that everyone else seems to abide by. Maybe that would get me further with you. But I will never know, because I am not going to pretend that I don’t care about you to come across as cool. I am not going to purposely avoid liking your pictures so that it looks like I haven’t seen them. I am not going to actively ignore your messages so that it looks like you aren’t a priority.

I am going to text you back as soon as I have the chance. I am going to press the heart button on whatever pictures I like from your feed. I am not going to hold myself back out of fear of what you will think of me.

I would rather be myself. I would rather wear my heart on my sleeve. I would rather make it obvious that I like you than spend the rest of my life wondering what would have happened between us if I tried harder, if I made it clear how I felt.

I am never going to regret the shameless way that I flirt with you or how quickly I text back or what I say when I am drunk and am even more honest than usual. I am not going to feel bad about telling the truth instead of giving into pressure and acting like you mean nothing to me.

You do mean something to me. You might as well know it. TC mark

I Am Not Going To Pretend I Don’t Care About You To Seem Cool

Girl who is not going to pretend not to care
Unsplash / Almos Bechtold

It’s obvious that I have feelings for you. There is no sense in hiding it. If you text me, I am not going to wait three hours to answer you so that it looks like I have better things to do than talk to you. If you invite me to your place, I’m not going to pretend to be busy so that you think I lead some exciting life.

It’s harder for me to play pretend, to act like you mean nothing to me, than to admit the truth. It takes more energy for me to ignore your texts than to answer them right away. It takes more time for me to plan out what I am going to say to you so that I come across as casual than it does to type the first awkward thing to pop into my head.

That might turn you off, it might make you think of me as too much, but you know what? I am not sorry that I am authentic. I am not embarrassed about how open I am when it comes to my feelings and my past and who I am inside.

If I’m being completely honest, I wish more people were like me. I wish more people would say what they were thinking instead of running the words through a filter in their mind. I wish more people would go after what they want instead of sitting on the sidelines silently. I wish more people listened to their guts, followed their hearts, and ignored their heads.

Maybe I should follow the flirting rules that everyone else seems to abide by. Maybe that would get me further with you. But I will never know, because I am not going to pretend that I don’t care about you to come across as cool. I am not going to purposely avoid liking your pictures so that it looks like I haven’t seen them. I am not going to actively ignore your messages so that it looks like you aren’t a priority.

I am going to text you back as soon as I have the chance. I am going to press the heart button on whatever pictures I like from your feed. I am not going to hold myself back out of fear of what you will think of me.

I would rather be myself. I would rather wear my heart on my sleeve. I would rather make it obvious that I like you than spend the rest of my life wondering what would have happened between us if I tried harder, if I made it clear how I felt.

I am never going to regret the shameless way that I flirt with you or how quickly I text back or what I say when I am drunk and am even more honest than usual. I am not going to feel bad about telling the truth instead of giving into pressure and acting like you mean nothing to me.

You do mean something to me. You might as well know it. TC mark

I Am Not Going To Pretend I Don’t Care About You To Seem Cool

Girl who is not going to pretend not to care
Unsplash / Almos Bechtold

It’s obvious that I have feelings for you. There is no sense in hiding it. If you text me, I am not going to wait three hours to answer you so that it looks like I have better things to do than talk to you. If you invite me to your place, I’m not going to pretend to be busy so that you think I lead some exciting life.

It’s harder for me to play pretend, to act like you mean nothing to me, than to admit the truth. It takes more energy for me to ignore your texts than to answer them right away. It takes more time for me to plan out what I am going to say to you so that I come across as casual than it does to type the first awkward thing to pop into my head.

That might turn you off, it might make you think of me as too much, but you know what? I am not sorry that I am authentic. I am not embarrassed about how open I am when it comes to my feelings and my past and who I am inside.

If I’m being completely honest, I wish more people were like me. I wish more people would say what they were thinking instead of running the words through a filter in their mind. I wish more people would go after what they want instead of sitting on the sidelines silently. I wish more people listened to their guts, followed their hearts, and ignored their heads.

Maybe I should follow the flirting rules that everyone else seems to abide by. Maybe that would get me further with you. But I will never know, because I am not going to pretend that I don’t care about you to come across as cool. I am not going to purposely avoid liking your pictures so that it looks like I haven’t seen them. I am not going to actively ignore your messages so that it looks like you aren’t a priority.

I am going to text you back as soon as I have the chance. I am going to press the heart button on whatever pictures I like from your feed. I am not going to hold myself back out of fear of what you will think of me.

I would rather be myself. I would rather wear my heart on my sleeve. I would rather make it obvious that I like you than spend the rest of my life wondering what would have happened between us if I tried harder, if I made it clear how I felt.

I am never going to regret the shameless way that I flirt with you or how quickly I text back or what I say when I am drunk and am even more honest than usual. I am not going to feel bad about telling the truth instead of giving into pressure and acting like you mean nothing to me.

You do mean something to me. You might as well know it. TC mark

I Am Not Going To Pretend I Don’t Care About You To Seem Cool

Girl who is not going to pretend not to care
Unsplash / Almos Bechtold

It’s obvious that I have feelings for you. There is no sense in hiding it. If you text me, I am not going to wait three hours to answer you so that it looks like I have better things to do than talk to you. If you invite me to your place, I’m not going to pretend to be busy so that you think I lead some exciting life.

It’s harder for me to play pretend, to act like you mean nothing to me, than to admit the truth. It takes more energy for me to ignore your texts than to answer them right away. It takes more time for me to plan out what I am going to say to you so that I come across as casual than it does to type the first awkward thing to pop into my head.

That might turn you off, it might make you think of me as too much, but you know what? I am not sorry that I am authentic. I am not embarrassed about how open I am when it comes to my feelings and my past and who I am inside.

If I’m being completely honest, I wish more people were like me. I wish more people would say what they were thinking instead of running the words through a filter in their mind. I wish more people would go after what they want instead of sitting on the sidelines silently. I wish more people listened to their guts, followed their hearts, and ignored their heads.

Maybe I should follow the flirting rules that everyone else seems to abide by. Maybe that would get me further with you. But I will never know, because I am not going to pretend that I don’t care about you to come across as cool. I am not going to purposely avoid liking your pictures so that it looks like I haven’t seen them. I am not going to actively ignore your messages so that it looks like you aren’t a priority.

I am going to text you back as soon as I have the chance. I am going to press the heart button on whatever pictures I like from your feed. I am not going to hold myself back out of fear of what you will think of me.

I would rather be myself. I would rather wear my heart on my sleeve. I would rather make it obvious that I like you than spend the rest of my life wondering what would have happened between us if I tried harder, if I made it clear how I felt.

I am never going to regret the shameless way that I flirt with you or how quickly I text back or what I say when I am drunk and am even more honest than usual. I am not going to feel bad about telling the truth instead of giving into pressure and acting like you mean nothing to me.

You do mean something to me. You might as well know it. TC mark