{"id":164,"date":"2009-11-20T04:41:34","date_gmt":"2009-11-20T04:41:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/bologs\/vng\/bullying\/"},"modified":"2009-11-20T04:41:34","modified_gmt":"2009-11-20T04:41:34","slug":"bullying","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/bullying\/","title":{"rendered":"Bullying"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In the past I have been accused of bullying. I&#8217;ve also felt like I&#8217;d been bullied, although at the time I really felt it was my fault for being weak. I was weak. Also, I was a coward.<\/p>\n<p>Looking back at those times, I realise I was party to bullying, and I was personally bullied. But now I&#8217;m not weak. Well, physically I&#8217;m the biggest weakling you&#8217;ve ever met, but I&#8217;m not scared any more, and I&#8217;ll take on any fucker even if it results in being hospitalised.<\/p>\n<p>At school there was a kid in my class, let&#8217;s call him &#8220;Dick&#8221;. He was a weird-looking moron who spent his entire life talking about all of the things he believed he got up to outside of school. All of them not only bullshit, but offensive: tales of killing cats, and setting fire to old ladies houses. Me and my geeky friends didn&#8217;t like him, and didn&#8217;t want him hanging around with us. But he was glued to one particular friend that I really liked. We used to regularly try to run away from him, mock him, and generally let him know we didn&#8217;t like him. That <i>was<\/i> bullying, even though it didn&#8217;t feel like it at the time. <\/p>\n<p>Years later we discover that he was from a fucked-up family, and he had secretly been introduced to our friend as someone who needed support. We were kids, we didn&#8217;t know or understand what could turn a frightened kid into a nasty, bullshit-spouting git. Maybe that&#8217;s what happened to Nick Griffin.<\/p>\n<p>Nowadays I&#8217;m only too acutely aware of bullying, and frequently see it in everyday life. None of the bullies would consider themselves so, and the victims likewise. Social pressure is a strong motivator, and it&#8217;s too easy to forget how strong the urge can be to pretend you&#8217;re ok, even to yourself.<\/p>\n<p>Tonight we watched the next episode of &#8220;I&#8217;m a celebrity, get me out of here&#8221; which should now be more aptly titled as &#8220;the international bullying awards&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Jordan\/Katie-Price may be an odious, ego-driven, publicity-whore. But does that justify our entertainment of watching her genuinely suffer? We all wish we had her money and we all know she got it through being a publicity-whore; a job at which she is obviously skilled. But does that really justify watching her undergo treatment that is, clearly and genuinely, traumatic ? <\/p>\n<p>Since Jordan entered the Jungle last time she has transformed from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.virginmedia.com\/images\/jordan-celeb-431x300.jpg\">a genuinely beautiful woman<\/a> (albeit with ridiculously over-sized, concrete-looking, fake, breasts) to being a freakish demonstration of the dangers of plastic surgery. She now looks beaten-up, especially her pathetically fucked lips. She&#8217;s also older, which is a curse that weakens people. Every day so far &#8220;the general public&#8221; have voted her into performing like a wounded sea-lion for everyone to laugh at. It feels like watching <a href=\"http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/title\/tt0065088\/\">They shoot horses don&#8217;t they?<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the past I have been accused of bullying. I&#8217;ve also felt like I&#8217;d been bullied, although at the time I really felt it was my fault for being weak. I was weak. Also, I was a coward. Looking back at those times, I realise I was party to bullying, and I was personally bullied. 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