We're sexy and so are men. If people choose to involve hyperglorified ideal images to put in their artworks as tribute to their teenaged selves, so be it. People will always interpret art from their own experiences; any art that is definite can only ever be definite within the bounds of one mind. Being annoyed by it has only ever gotten me annoyed, so I say screw it. Let them make spine-breaking underprotected characters; I'll roll my eyes and then chastise myself for enjoying the show.

In the end, though, what can my opinions - specifically developed from my experiences, specifically created to facilitate my thoughts and functioning - what can they really mean to anyone but myself? Certainly I have overthought things, and think my ways are the right ways, and have subscribed to at least a dozen logical fallicies, but that doesn't change how I feel about anything.

We're sexy, and sometimes we like to indulge ourselves with that sexiness when we're creating something. I try not to judge that, I try not to impose my views on that, either. But sometimes, like an overused meme, I have to roll my eyes and utter sarcastic comments at the developers. It gets tiring, it gets old, there are thousands of other ways to make us sexy other than having spine-breaking breasts and scant clothing, and damnit, sometimes it just distracts me from the experience of the game.