Daughter

I have three strokes of luck, in my view. Among others, mind you; and then think about it: I’m a man, white, heterosexual, western, bourgeois in practice, and there are millions of people in the world who can’t afford to have strokes of luck. I get to grumble, plenty of others don’t. Anyway, I was saying, I’m lucky. I’m lucky because in my life as a listener of alternative Italian music, from his very first album, I grew attached to listening to Caparezza¹. And I’ve seen many of his concerts since then.

I decided to introduce video games to my daughter. I have done it because she asked me, without screaming, and because I don’t want her to stay out of the — partially — understanding of a universe mistreated by adults and non-nerds. Among other things, a universe mainly attended by boys and less by girls.

Ho deciso di introdurre mia figlia ai videogiochi. L’ho fatto un po’ perché me ne è arrivata da lei, sempre meno fioca, la richiesta, e un po’ perché non voglio che resti fuori dalla comprensione (certamente parziale) di un universo legato a un medium oggi un po’ bistrattato da molti adulti e da chi usa approcci meno, ehm, nerd alla vita. Tra l’altro, un universo che a distanza mi sembra occupato principalmente da ragazzi, ma questa è un’altra storia.