My dad is perfectly fine with games. He got me the SNES back in the day and he and I, along with my sister, would play the hell out of Super Mario World. Hell, he would keep us up past our bedtimes every now and then much to the chagrin of my mother. When we got a Nintendo 64 and Mario Kart, we spent hours racing each other. Nowadays, the variety of games I've been able to provide myself with are sadly too complex for him or just give him motion sickness. However, when I bring games into a conversation, he lets me speak and doesn't dismiss it as irrelevant. I've shown him a couple of episodes of Extra Credits including the Missile Command one and he really liked it.
My mother on the other hand, is not as keen on games as my dad is. When we were younger, she put a lot of limits including play time as well as not letting violent games in the household. In hindsight, she was completely right about both. I wasn't allowed to play M rated games until I was literally 17. Nowadays, she admits that she liked the Mario games, especially when Yoshi was present. More violent and realistic games however, are not her cup of tea. She hates violent games since she witnessed a good bit of the real thing in her country growing up, but she doesn't stop me from playing them. She's been a bit bipolar about them in the past few weeks though. When I was playing Skyrim, she just randomly said that it made sense that I liked video games and was good at them. She said something about males being goal driven and that they provided an outlet for us. I thought she had finally come around. Then the other day while playing Mass Effect 3 for the Extended Cut, she gives me the classic lecture on how these games are too violent and rotting my brain, etc. You know that one image of Jackie Chan? That's literally how I felt.
