Many years ago, as a child I was bullied at school. I was the school wide target.
This video hit home:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sa1iS1MqUy4
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sa1iS1MqUy4[/youtube]
“I was being told to accept the identity that others gave me”
A very powerful statement into the bully and the bullied. I think is a good summary into the psychological violence of the bully and the bullied.
I was bullied in later life in the work place, but not at school (minus the usual ribbing and assigned nickname) but we would bully the bullies who would try to bully the quiet kids and they would go and find something more constructive to do with themselves… I hear that school kids don’t bully the bullies anymore, so the bullied must feel so alone compared to my day.
I was the quiet kid in school (family alcoholism, violence, and transient home life). No one stuck up for me and it was free for all. Caused me a lot of problems when I was in my 20’s. But I survived and am stronger for it (my capacity now far exceeds those around me). I was bullied in the workforce too (when I was younger). Now, they try but they fail very quickly. I see a lot of bullying around me, but people generally do not know who their friends are or who their enemies are (people are confused as to the nature of help). Many adults feel comfort in their victim role and perpetuate it.
I am a bully, a cyber-bully, I would also bully people in real life, but I am a mental and physical cripple, so I cannot, so I am forced to channel my frustrations through the Internet. I know, it’s pathetic, but that’s simply who I am, can’t ran from nature, I guess. I like to be nice with people at first, so they can gain my trust, and then I tell them how stupid and pathetic they are! and then they cry and cry and that makes me feel like I am a big man . . .
Kinda like this:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuJewUmdOvI[/youtube]
I also do it with girls. In my imagination of course.
Nice song.
Yes but if you wanna be a real bully you need to be a feminist for that. Right now I’m ridin’ solo, I wasn’t mindlessly conforming enough to fit in with their feminism gang. Can’t stand em actually.
I guess any 'ist will do.
Feminists are just men and women who believe woman have all the intellectual capacities men have and should have equal protection under the law. That hardly makes them bullies.
To be a real bully you have to be a feminist?
I’m sensing that something’s got you skewing things a bit in your head.
racist
sexist
classist
ableist
feminist
The above four are labelled “evil” by feminists. Yet somehow feminists, despite being “ists”, get a free pass. How fishy and convenient.
Tell me more.
Yep --^^^
She meant, “In order to get away with it, one should be……”
Firstly, how do you know what she meant? Secondly, why do feminists inherently get away with being bullies more than anyone else? A lot of non-feminists get away with being bullies.
So, according to your logic, a humanist or a pianist is just as bad as a racist, misogynist, or misadrist because there is an “ist” at the end. What exact college taught you that?
What I meant was, in order to be a mean bully rather than casual or habitual bully. Feminism is like a religion, and it’s idiocy.
The old feminism was just, women can vote, women can wear pants. So you let the females of the species go to their stalls and political charade known as the farce binary. Not that it matters.
New feminism is just religious bs, people arguing women have the same intellectual capacities as males. Laugh! On average, they have different intellectual specializations, such as socializing and gossip. Of course you will find a female scientist or mathematician - here or there but their brains are, on average, less geared towards geometrical processing, and more geared towards ranting and raving like senseless lunatics.
Of course, the new age modernist will cry foul, and say this is not so, toting some female hero figure like Lauren Faust to prove that in fact, women are talented artists. Of course the modernist will ignore that 99% of female singers do not write their own lyrics or backing tracks. The modernist relies on crowd speak and zealotry, and does not wish to follow the simple law of statistics, that any group you can find exceptions here or there but more or less things follow and average. For example, men are typically more athletic and creative than women, but the modernist will cry foul, pull a few female atheletes and masculine female artists (like Freida Kahlo) to save her argument by ignoring the averages.
This is a complete falsehood you don’t bother to support in any way. All you are doing here is displaying the exact misogyny the millions of brilliant feminists in the world are combating every day. So, thanks for proving they’re needed. What exactly is your education and career by the way? I’m sure many of those feminists can top it in many fields, even those demanding geometrical processing.
Needed? How have they helped you in any way?
Stop wasting my time spouting non-facts. I already predicted you would do this in my last posts.
You pull exceptions to the rule, like claiming hoodrats are geniuses when 99.9 percent of them are not.
The highest level female is not as good as the highest level male. In general, women are more social oriented, less creative or math oriented. The female’s typical role is to enforce social norms, not think outside of a box. I would sound retarded if I made the claim that women are stronger than men, simply if one or two women are stronger than some weakling men, because, on average, men are usually stronger than women.
Feminism has done you solid, you worship a God who supplies the role of an alpha male, and you are his weakling beta. My oh my the mighty have fallen.
You didn’t read my post very well. You showed they are needed with your ignorant misogyny.
The only one spouting non-facts have been you. You really are good at playing the hopeless hypocrite. Of course, most misogynist MRA’s are.
I pulled nothing but your floundering chain…and out spewed your nonsense above. Millions of brilliant feminists are hardly “exceptions.” Oh, and thanks for proving what I surmised about your education by not asking my question about yours. Of course, you have already proved that with your tragically absurd posts.
Don’t worry about maybe “sounding retarded.” I have full faith in those capabilities of yours. And the fact you think there are only “one or two” women stronger than men in many areas shows your math is as “impressive” as your "logic.
Oh my, the beta male who is clearly terrified of women and unable to get one has called me a “beta.” My laugh counter is filled for the week. So, I leave you with this suggestion, you poor terrified kid: women aren’t so terrible or terrifying. They aren’t all going to humiliate you with their superior intelligence, and if you stop turning your insecurities about them into hatred for them, a few of them may even tolerate you.
Anyway, I have no time for such scared, misogynist betas. So, i’m putting you on ignore and wishing you well.
I’m not scared of you, and certainly not women. Why would anyone be afraid of them?
I’m just telling you the facts, and laughing at the harsh reactions of simpletons.
Millions of “brilliant” feminists? Brilliant in what way? Is it their ability to make boring novels, that just rehash the same ideas that have been thought of before? Or perhaps they are fancy dressers, smooth talkers and know how to apply makeup the right way? Millions of “brilliant” feminists have contributed anything of worth? What planet is this? It must not be our little Earth.
Let me get this out of the way “Lauren Faust, Marie Curie, and Freida Kahlo.” Yep, that’s about 3 women.
Oh, and the block button. A brilliant tactic contributed by feminists…or as I call them “feminazis”. If you don’t like what someone has to say, just ignore or block them. How pathetic, wimpy, and chimp like.
When I was in the third grade I used to go to this after-school daycare center everyday and wait for the old man to pick me up after work.
There was this kid there with cerebral palsy named Derek. He was a mess. A really severe case. He was dumb as he could be and he would sit there with a grin, from ear to ear, everyday.
Now I was big into legos at the time and I would spend the two hours before dad picked me up playing with these legos. Derek loved to sit there and watch me. Once in a while he would ask me ‘Brian, why don’t you put this one here?’, and he would muster all his coordination just to pick up the lego and try to put it in place. It didn’t matter where he tried to put it. Even if it was totally illogical for the structure I would help him, and then I would praise him for the advice he gave me. To Derek, this was all fascinating, and I liked Derek because he was a gentle soul in a strange world where he didn’t fit. I would ask him ‘should we put the wings here, or on this side?’ It would take him a minute to understand the question, then his feeble little hand would point to the spot where the wing should go.
We put together some ugly looking castles and spaceships, you better believe it.
Then came the daycare center bully. This kid was new and he immediately took to making fun of Derek. Derek didn’t know what the hell this was so he just sat there with that stupid grin on his face, as usual.
Well this one time (the first and last time) this kid took Derek’s glasses. I was in the bathroom when this happened, and when I came out, Derek was clutching the table and kneeling down, crying. He was almost completely blind without his glasses. All the kids were laughing and when I spotted Derek from across the room, this pathetic creature holding on to the table leg, scared to death and crying his heart out, I saw he didn’t have his glasses on. I surveyed the room and saw the bully. He was wearing Derek’s glasses and walking around like he was retarded. Everybody was laughing it up. All this time the teacher was in the office doing something and left the kids unsupervised.
When I saw Derek, and then the bully, something went ‘click’ in my head. Kill bully, save Derek. Engage.
I didn’t even ask the kid to give back the glasses. I just slapped the shit out of him (almost breaking the glasses, in fact). Before this kid even knew what was going on I was on his ass like grease lightning. Strangely, I don’t remember the fight. Must be one of those blocked memories. But I was suspended from the daycare center for what I did.
Irresponsible adults failing to supervise unruly children. I try to restore order, I try to do the right thing, and I am punished for it. When the old man came to pick me up, and found out, I was punished again.
I don’t know what happened to Derek. I think his mother took him out of that daycare, and I never saw him again.
I have a picture of Derek as clear as day in my head. I remember he used to wear Rustler jeans and velcro shoes. Kangaroos, I think there were called… the ones with the little zipper pockets in the sides.