Richard William Wheaton III is an "actor", "writer", "voice actor" and blogger known for playing the insufferable character Wesley Crusher in Star Trek: The Next Generation. Recently he's known for exhaustive social justice sperging and threatening to block people for quoting TNG at him.
He plays himself on the Big Bang Theory, which is as sad as it sounds, it's the only consistent gig he gets other than going to fan conventions to be made fun of.
How can someone remain washed up for ten years?
A staunch defender of women on the internet, he came under fire for calling Hilary voters "harpies" and had to apologise. Funnily enough, his apology sounded very similar to a pro-GamerGate argument. He's done this multiple times, insulting Jewish people with a classic Hitler/Trump comparison and dismissing his critics as "concern trolls."
Not to mention his edgy Atheist reaction to a mass shooting in a church.
He chimps out pretty hard on his official tumblr, like when he overreacts to fake Star Trek posts people send him.
Along with disrespecting dead Christians and living Jews, he's poked his nose into foreign politics, where he doesn't belong.
He once called the police after his wife was sent the Navy Seal copypasta.
TL;DR: He was never really a celebrity and especially isn't now. If you need a more detailed summary, you can start here. Information to read about any of his other, non-lego related controversies like him fence-sitting on sexual harassment can be found later in the thread. Of course.
His wife's website.
His SuicideGirls.com profile (archive, courtesy of @Wargarbl).
His wife's email is email@example.com.
Kathryn Felicia Day is a friend of Wil's and former lapdog of film director and adulterer Joss Whedon. She got her start as a poster on horny nerd's walls and thought that made her big enough to start a career writing about social justice and how she's scared to go outside because of the big bad male gamers.
Much like Mara Wilson, she's a Z-Celeb who follows all the usual suspects and does whatever they want her to do. A supporter of Revolution 60 and FemFreq, and just as much a victim.I had a day off this weekend from shooting Supernatural, and I was walking around downtown Vancouver on Saturday, sampling all the artisan coffee I could get my throat around. At one point I saw a pair of guys walking towards me wearing gamer shirts. Black short-sleeved, one Halo and one Call of Duty.
Now in my life up until this point, that kind of outfit has meant one thing: Potential comrades. I love games, I love gaming. If it’s Friday night, I’m not out hanging at a club, I’m diving into a new game I downloaded on Steam. And I am blessed with the fact that my career is largely built upon that love, which I channeled into fiction so many years ago with “The Guild”. If there’s anything I’m proud of in this world, it’s the fact that I’ve had people come up to me on the street and at conventions over the years to tell me that they feel confident to call themselves a gamer because of my work, where before they were ashamed. Hearing that kind of stuff has kept me going, against the mainstream, against all odds.
So seeing another gamer on the street used to be an auto-smile opportunity, or an entry into a conversation starting with, “Hey, dude! I love that game too!” Me and that stranger automatically had something in common: A love for something unconventional. Outsiders in arms. We had an auto-stepping stone to hurtle over human-introduction-awkwardness, into talking about something we loved together. Instant connection!
But for the first time maybe in my life, on that Saturday afternoon, I walked towards that pair of gamers and I didn’t smile. I didn’t say hello. In fact, I crossed the street so I wouldn’t walk by them. Because after all the years of gamer love and inclusiveness, something had changed in me. A small voice of doubt in my brain now suspected that those guys and I might not be comrades after all. That they might not greet me with reflected friendliness, but contempt.
I went home and was totally, utterly depressed.
I have not said many public things about Gamer Gate. I have tried to leave it alone, aside from a few @ replies on Twitter that journalists have decided to use in their articles, siding me against the hashtag. Why have I remained mostly silent?
Self-protection and fear.
I have been through a lot in my years on the internet. I have encountered a small fraction of the attacks from people like the ones who currently represent the worst of this “movement”. In the past, I worked through it alone because I felt shining a light on their words gave them exactly what they wanted: Attention and credibility. To say that their attacks and contempt didn’t set me back creatively would be a lie, but overall I got through the twists and turns, emotionally battered, but alright. My philosophy has always been, “Exist and represent yourself the way you want to exist as a woman who loves games, not as a reflection of what other people think or want of you. You will change minds by BEING. Show, don’t tell.” The attacks I experienced over the years were NOTHING compared to people who are the victims of these attacks now, but I still thought early on during the Gamer Gate phenomenon, “These trolls will dissipate into the night like they always do, it will be fine.”
But they have not dissipated. And because of the frightening emotions and actions attached to what has happened over the last month, the events are sure to have a long-lasting affect on gaming as a culture. The fact that it has affected me, to the point where I decided to cross the street last weekend away from those gamers, was heartbreaking. Because I realized my silence on the issue was not motivated by some grand strategy, but out of fear that the issue has created about speaking out.
I have been terrified of inviting a deluge of abusive and condescending tweets into my timeline. I did one simple @ reply to one of the main victims several weeks back, and got a flood of things I simply couldn’t stand to read directed at me. I had to log offline for a few days until it went away. I have tried to retweet a few of the articles I’ve seen dissecting the issue in support, but personally I am terrified to be doxxed for even typing the words “Gamer Gate”. I have had stalkers and restraining orders issued in the past, I have had people show up on my doorstep when my personal information was HARD to get. To have my location revealed to the world would give a entry point for any mentally ill person who has fixated on me, and allow them to show up and make good on the kind of threats I’ve received that make me paranoid to walk around a convention alone. I haven’t been able to stomach the risk of being afraid to get out of my car in my own driveway because I’ve expressed an opinion that someone on the internet didn’t agree with.
HOW SICK IS THAT?
I have allowed a handful of anonymous people censor me. They have forced me, out of fear, into seeing myself a potential victim.
And that makes me loathe not THEM, but MYSELF.
So I write this to urge any person, male or female, who now has the impulse to do what I did, to walk away from something they loved before, to NOT.
Don’t let other people drive you away from gaming.
Games are beautiful, they are creative, they are worlds to immerse yourself in. They are art. And they are worth fighting for, even if the atmosphere is ugly right now. A small minority are putting up barbed wire walls between us who love games. And that is sad. Because odds are 99% certain that those guys on the street who I avoided would have been awesome to talk to. I realize that letting the actions of a few hateful people influence my behavior is the absolutely worst thing I could do in life. And not an example I want to set, ever.
So to myself and to everyone else who operates out of love not vengeance: Don’t abandon games. Don’t cross the street. Gaming needs you. To create, to play, to connect.
I know this entry will probably draw contempt from people in the Gamer Gate movement. Something to scorn, something to rile them up against me and everything I’ve ever made. Especially, and most hurtfully, to mock my vulnerability. I just have one thing to say to you who do that: I’m genuinely sorry you are so angry.
I have lived a large part of my life ruled by negative emotions, mainly fear and anxiety. From my experience of working through those issues, I have this to say: Steeping yourself in the emotions that you’re surrounding yourself with, of hatred and bile and contempt, is ultimately not destructive to others like you want it to be. It’s destructive to yourself.
I know it feels good to belong to a group, to feel righteous in belonging to a cause, but causing fear and pushing people away from gaming is not the way to go about doing it. Think through the repercussions of your actions and the people you are aligning yourself with. And think honestly about whether your actions are genuinely going to change gaming life for the better. Or whether they’re just going to make someone cross the street away from you. And away from something, ironically, that we both love.
She came under fire back in 2014 for claiming GamerGate harassed her, with all evidence she provided either being unrelated to the hashtag or sent a year before the movement was conceived. She also wrote a piece overreacting to a person being a Trump supporter, so there's that.
Wil and Day's DnD characters both slept with each other, which is as sad as it sounds, but her real husbando is a 70 year old man called Patrick Sheane Duncan. She doesn't want anyone to know that she gets pounded by wrinkly old cock, so all mentions of him related to her are purged from the internet, but presumably he's the father of Felicia's child.
She's also on the DnD podcast Critical Role, where her character is a quirky 18 year old who's always talking about her boyfriend. Watching this 40 year old play a board game for children, it becomes so clearly that's wish fulfilment for when people used to like her. She had really let herself go over the years, not that she had much to begin with.
She's complained on her blog about Star Trek triggering her for having too many white men, funny seeing how she's one of the most overexposed e-celebs around.
For more information, @Jaimas did an excellent write-up about Felicia later in the thread. An abridged version of that can be read here:
TL;DR: Wheaton's female twin, slowly mutating former-"actress" turned dangerhair, fucking a fossil but won't admit it. Any more info can be found later in the thread.As an actress she ranges from great to fucking awful (depends on what she's given, really), but at some point or another, she began being pushed hard on the internet as a self-proclaimed nerd icon. Unfortunately, her doing this came with her pulling the same fucking hipster douche shit that every actual fucking nerd hates. You people fucking all know the one, too: the fucking prepackaged "everyone look what a huge nerd I am lawl" nerd culture angle, which, without exception, comes from people that provably have provably never had anything to do with a given hobby or work of fiction prior to showing an interest in it.
Because Day embraces the same identity politics shit thoroughly, and was being pushed up by the usual crowd, she immediately drew fire. Why she did should not surprise you if you know nerds: Nerd-dom is the sad byproduct of being obsessed with something you love to the point where you've let other aspects of your life flag. That's why it's such a personal affront to actual nerds to claim to be one under false pretense. It's a life born out obsessively caring way too deeply about fucking nerd shit that doesn't matter to anyone but you.
Needless to say, when saint Felicia of Day got blastback for this shit, the usual suspects went nuclear to white knight m'lady. The result was hilariously entitled sperg-rage, and how these fucking nerds hated her because vagina, ignoring that female nerds were taking issue with her just as hard. This was basically a dry run of the Anita Sarkeesian defense tactic. It wasn't as good back then, though, and much like Gabby Rivera unironically referring to comics nerds as Chads, however, their doing so gave away the real reason behind it: You can't really make the argument that a bunch of people who literally do not have a single fuck to give about anything but their spergy nerd hobbies are entitled monsters who believe they have the right to dictate who is and is not allowed without a fucking ridiculous amount of projection.
I'll give some more info on her as time permits. As a lolcow she's almost secondary to the orbiting ring of lolcows that surrounds her and actively white-knights on her behalf.
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