Leave Game Choices Up To Us, Not the Courts
My 15 year old son has shot monsters, aliens, cops, horses and more. Of course, the weapons he wields are made of pixels and the blood (red, green, yellow) of his victims is made up of millions of lines of code. And yet, any time I see him do it, I wince and know I have only myself to blame. Right now, the Supreme Court is gearing up to decide whether the multi-billion dollar video-game industry should be regulated not like, say, movies, but more like alcohol and cigarettes. Today, if my son wants a “Rated Mature” video game, he needs me or my wife by his side for parental consent and purchase. No GameStop we’ve ever visited has ever freely sold him the equivalent of NC-17 games. If the challenge to…