THE (DOTA) STATE OF THE SINGAPOREAN MAN
Friends , Singaporeans, countrymen— what is the Singaporean man? A walking directory of hawker stalls distinguished by the length of their queues? A dapper, slightly effete individual with undercut hair and a three-piece suit in our tropical temperature? A somewhat lumpy individual only saved from his socially unacceptable propensity to sweat by Uniqlo AIRism inner shirts? No, my friends—the Singaporean male is DOTA.
Yes, I’m talking about Defence of the Ancients. Most Singaporean females should be familiar with the phenomenon of suddenly being texted by their boyfriends after long periods of being ignored. This usually means their avatar in the game is temporarily dead, or that the next round is loading. So why am I comparing our manhood to a fan-created video game that has addicted a generation?
You see, the unique appeal of DOTA to our national psyche must be explained by more than just colourful graphics and over-blown exclama-