

For all their Olde Worlde bells and whistles, most role-playing games are little more than enthusiastic endorsements of Thatcherite gluttony gone mad. Obviously, I haven't actually written this thesis yet - or, to be honest, given it much thought beyond the academia-baiting title - but I do think I'm on to something.

I'll probably recite it in Second Life as well, just to make sure I get my name in The Guardian. Should I ever wake up sporting a pair of breasts and feminine swagger, one of the first things I intend to do is sign up for a Wimmin In Games conference and present my thesis entitled Arranging Inventories: Modern Materialism In Post-Warcraft Virtual Spaces.
