When people - everyday people who watch the coverage on CNN of Anita Sarkeesian having to cancel a speaking engagement due to death threats - think of “gamers,” they are going to think of you, and that irritates me. It enrages me. I want to punch down a wall, and I like my walls. They're nicely painted.

If you're not willing to speak out for the rights of other people, then who do you expect to speak out for you when it's your turn?

Well, if you count my phone as an access point (which I do), I'm pretty much constantly online unless I'm at an event or practice or something.

Think of a single word. We'll use soul as our example. How do you define soul? Is it the same definition I use? Can it ever be it? My soul is not your soul. Our souls, our definitions, are shaped by the singular and cumulative experiences in our lives, the emotional weight we attach to a concept forever locked in the space behind our own eyes.

People, please remember that I choose my words very carefully. Assumptions are your enemy.

Football is an absolutely idiotic pastime by any rational standards. You're running into other people as hard as you can, you get frequent muscle strains and ligament tears, and the protective padding really doesn't do all that much to absorb the blunt trauma.

Never be afraid to do what's right. If no one ever says anything, nothing ever changes.