When I moved to Indiana from West Virginia when I was four, my entire family was the subject of neighborhood ridicule. We were hillbillies, dontcha know. Sure, the father is an aerospace engineer with multiple patents (including some, later in his life, for the space shuttle), and oh yeah, the mother has dual masters degrees in English and History…but they’re from West Virginia! White trash! Hillbillies! Our next door neighbor lamented how “ugly” our new house was–the grass hadn’t been laid down, and the mud was devaluing her property. My father’s response has pretty much been my learned reaction to bullies: mock the stupidity of their mocking. He told her, “Well, gee, ma’am, I was gunna go an’ plant sum corn to feed mah young 'uns!” She shut up, although indignantly, and we all laughed. My dad (and family) won neighborhood respect after that, too.
Me, well, it took longer. I’ve always been “different,” and I was just an easy target. My drawl was eradicated quickly enough, but I was just…well, different. I was a victim with uninvolved parents who told me to “ignore it,” which never worked. (I wonder just how many of us here on the SDMB were frequent bullying victims?) The neighborhood kids did absolutely unspeakable things to me. It probably would’be been better if they had beaten me up. Still in therapy for that shit. In any event, I never amounted to much on the elementary/junior high social ladder in Indiana.
I moved to California when I was 14. Everything was different. Everyone was different. I remember looking at a girl (who I later learned was just a hippie) and thinking, “Oh, she must be one of the really unpopular ones,” because of what she wore. In Indiana, that’s how it worked. Sure, it’s kindof how it worked here, too, but the lines were not as clearly and boldly defined. Nope, she wasn’t hugely unpopular–just a hippie.
Anyway, Chris, I would echo Omni and the others who have said teach your child to defend themselves. Yes, if things progress to a violent or otherwise abusive level, seek out parents and/or school administrators. But also equip your child with the skills to handle it themself.
The Nadia Comanici line is perfect–it’s the best when you stump a bully by reversing the meaning of their taunt. Some snotty brat in 9th grade looked at my lemon-yellow sweaterdress I wore one winter morning and said with a disparaging nose curl, “You know you’re wearing a sumemr color in winter?” My reply was a simple, “So? I don’t care. Why do you?” She was paralyzed–had no clue how to react. She never said anything like that again. Similarly, when I wore the sweater I’d made in a junior high sewing class (we got extra credit for wearing our projects), a fellow classmate snarled, “Nice shirt.” I replied “At least I can wear mine.”
Ah, that was beautiful.
I used to think the world was against me. Now I know better. Some of the smaller countries are neutral.
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