ah, the life of a booth-babe. you stand around a booth looking all hot as whatever game character you drew out of a hat, and you get paid for it. and all thats asked of you is that you let geeks, dorks, nerds, and the occasional twat take pictures with you. game critics has an interesting article about the life of the booth-babe. and not just any booth babe, but specifically the video game booth babes of e3. the reporter went around the gaming hall and talked with various booth babes, getting their impressions of their job, the attendees, and whatever else lies in between. many were for the most part pretty coo with it all, and were rather amused by the guys who nervously asked to take pics with them.
“It’s weird when they put their arms around me,” she replies, “but then I feel them shaking and I’m like, whatever, if it’s so important to you…it’s funny when guys come up to me and tell me that it’s their first time touching a girl.“
gosh, gamer stereotypes have come such a long way since the fat, anti-social geeks of yore…
> life of the booth-babe (via #!/usr/bin/girl)
