God. Some woman’s written about Rock Band saving her marriage on Salon.com. In brief, she married a gamer, got pissed off when he played games all the time, had a bit of a wibble and threatened to divorce him, got into Rock Band with him, happy days.
This is a bit like marrying a man who “likes drugs”, not being so keen when the honeymoon’s over, then giving into to the fact heroin’s great and sharing a love for brown powder and dirty needles while waltzing into the sunset. Well done you, woman.
And Rock Band? At least have some frigging taste.