My stepdaughter is getting bullied again. A new group of little bimbo troglodites this time.. We're getting at a bit of a loss what to do time and time again, and upon reminiscing on my own experiences of bullies, and my sisters. And anyone else I know for that matter, I have come to realise something. The bullying pandemic is a problem because society LOVES bullies.
The reason for this is that we kind of have this stereotypical, Nelson Muntz type view of what a bully is, when in reality the best bullies are charming and usually either clever or good-looking. They are powerful. And like summertime midgies to bare juicy blood filled arms, people are oh so attracted to power. Teachers especially for some reason. Many if my classes consisted of teachers battling to socially outwit the ruder assholes, or hanging on every word of the airhead fashionista assholes, who dribbled on about The Hills or some equally vacant pasttime, strictly in Valley Girl lingo, whilst my question about the actual class was met with rolled eyes, by both airhead and teacher.
During such times at school I learned an interesting test as to whether or not you are respected by your peers (and therefore a good measurement of your status as potential bullying victim) is thus. Tell a joke. If they laugh, you are either ridiculously funny (or have cocked it up somewhere- beware laughing with or at) or, more likely, they simply respect you enough to have the manners to laugh. Raucous laughter and you are an A Lister. You can probably guess how I was received. Not even a weak smile. I have even seen the same people roaring like the manbeasts they were at the same joke I had told that morning (down like a lead balloon in a vortex) but this time being told by Mr Thick-but-Good-Looking. But tesrs like these are important. Once you know you are 'likely to be bullied', people will almost certainly try to do it for the rest of your life.
Having established that you are 'likely to be bullied', one would presume people would try to protect you. Em, no. See this is another weapon in a bully's arsenal, one I like to call the 'Flip Reverse'. Where the bully plays the victim. This actually happened to me as an adult, in my first full time job. The girl in question was known to be agressive, a known bully. Her intimidating behaviour continued for months, while I meekly remained quiet and did as she said, scared of getting the sack if we were seen arguing. Another colleague observed and having had enough, reported her to our supervisor. As it transpires, she had already reported ME for bullying. I wasn't too worried. Everyone knew what I was like. Everyone knew what she was like. Didn't they?
Apparently not. When we later became friends, my former bully told me our boss lavished her with sympathy over it all. I on the other hand was threatened with the sack. Confused was not the word. My sister had a similar experience. Her bully used to wait for her after school, then when caught out, would simper that she haf only been joking, and string my sister along in a false friendship for a while. Bullies love false friendships, where you have some sort of temporary usage to them. I'm ashamed to say I have been a bully's 'oet' from time to time. It's a hatefully embarassing thing, knowing all the while they're making fun of you but at the same time being almost grateful to bask in their power. Reminds me of what the black slaves in the US called a 'house nigger'. Flattered by their attention.
After all I have learned from being meek, I would rather my stepdaughter just punched them. It would be well worth a detention, self respect.