Video Games vs. Strippers

Your boyfriend plays video games?  Nice, he can count himself among a large community of like-minded individuals throughout the majority of first world countries on the globe.  What’s that?  You don’t like it when he plays video games for hours on end?  I’m sure he really enjoys going shopping with you.  But if things like that cannot satisfy you, well here’s a great comparison for you.
              
 For all the women out there who have issues with their men looking at a screen for hours on end during the week or weekend, deal with it.  I’m sure he loves doing activities with you, but just as you like to watch your reality television shows or read crappy romance novels, he enjoys blowing things up in a fantasy world (only because he’d be jail for doing it in the real world).  Video games are a hobby.  They are mindlessly entertaining, far more than your repetitive conversations about work, bitchy friends, and your weight that won’t go down (probably because of all those chips you say you don’t eat). 
               
There’s many hobbies out there.  Some people enjoy jogging, others going to the movies, and for many men of the world looking at photos of gorgeous and naked women is another hobby.  For the most part, men will satisfy their needs via the internet, or on occasion (usually for a friend’s birthday or bachelor party) venture to see some fake boobs at the local gentlemen’s establishment.  Some more hobbies common in men is drinking alcohol or using recreational drugs.  Hence is my argument.  Stop moaning about your man playing video games for hours on end.  Let him immerse and enjoy himself in his fantasy world.  He isn’t out there looking at other women strip on a stage (spending endless amounts of cash so he can know what it’s like to not have to beg for sexual attention), drinking himself into stupor and talking to anything with breasts at the local watering hole (most likely bigger than yours), or consuming illegal substances in order to get high (a feeling you can never provide no matter what you do). 
               

Maybe this seems a little extreme or ridiculous.  But you can’t say it doesn’t have any truth to it.  He could be sleeping with another woman (or at least attempting to), but instead he’s enjoying himself at home killing zombies, scoring goals, catching touchdown passes, sniping terrorists, and saving the world from the next big alien enemy.  Sit back and read your indulgent novel because he likes showing you how just got that bicycle kick goal, single-handedly saved his zombie squad by holding off waves upon waves of the undead, or just Mossed some other guy online.