I can relate to a blue hedgehog that can run faster than the speed of sound in order to fight a giant egg-shaped supervillain who captures innocent animals and converts them into his own private mechanical army.
I can relate to a man who has giant spikes coming out of his hands.
I can relate to a lizard turned secret agent.
I can relate to an Italian plumber who spends his time wandering through a bizarre alien landscape, eating mysterious flowers, climbing up giant plants and jumping on top of turtles in order to save a princess in distress.
I can relate to a gangster driving around Liberty City in a carjacked vehicle casually killing pedestrians and prostitutes in order to kill a rival mobster.
I can relate to an underwater football player from the city of Zanarkand being sent through a gigantic portal by his psychopathic father in order to join a religious pilgrimage to help save the world from aforementioned father.
But I am apparently totally unable to relate to women in a video game. That’s why we can’t have video games with women and girls in them. Because I am unable to “relate” to them. That’s a pretty goddamn weak argument.