In High School, I asked a girl out on a date, and she was apparently so offended, she tried to get her cousin to beat me up.
A friend (who I won’t name since he probably wouldn’t want this known) was once asked by a GF “Aren’t you done yet?”
I’ve also given a few, through my bad habit of going for the cheap gag. My wife, a week before our 8th anniversary, said “Well, you made it through the ‘seven-year itch.’” I replied “Oh, I got a week left?”
Sometimes humor is not the answer, and I got the scars to prove it. Not that you’ll be seeing them anytime soon.
Damn, all these stories are making my blood pressure rise. I don’t understand how insulting someone (especially family members!!?!) makes that person feel good.
I’m getting on my steel-toed workboots and mentally kicking all these insensitive fools’ asses. There is just no excuse.
(BTW, Soulsling - thank you. You made a potentially very bad day turn out very nice.)
I recall one time when I was a young teenager who’s voice hadn’t begun to crack. I was home sick, and the phone rang. When I answered it, some heavy breather started into his routine. I said “Hey! I’m a BOY!” and slammed the reciever down.
I don’t know if it was an insult, but it sure put me off answering the phone for a while.
Being told I was a feminist was insulting because I equate tht with Catherine McKennon - the woman who says all sex is rape - and other nonsense.
That comment was from my ex-husband, maybe that’s the reason. I had just taken him his home cooked lunch and he came out with ‘I saw this movie with Demi Moore and it reminded me of you because you are so strong on women’s rights’.
I had never mentioned any such thing to him.
By the by, if you want a good comeback to some guy who insults you, get a copy of Equire’s September issue on penile implants.
It shows this tribe of men, and the average length is 22 inches.
Show the article, smile and say ‘I think you could use this.’
I was on my way to a teen dance and two boys (who couldn’t have reached puberty yet… if they had I would have been shocked) did the whole catcalling routine on me and I could tell it was sarcastic seeing as how where we were living no body liked me and everybody picked on me… it was more verbal than anything but still… (by the by at that same dance a guy was dared to dance with me and I said okay but then he told me he was dared… I got him back they had a dance where the girls asked the guys and the guys weren’t allowed to refuse… he had to dance with me!)
I agree with you… they’re not supposed to ignore stuff like this. But for me it got to be so regular that when I went to the teachers they would either A Ignore me completely or B Call me a tattle tale. (Yes my TEACHERS actually called me this to my face) Eventually it ended up that usually I would go outside at recess and before the end of it I would be sitting in a nook away from everyone crying. I was approached a couple of times by some kids but only AFTER I was already in tears and by then I wasn’t in the mood to talk with anyone or be nice back.
This continued on till I transfered to another school and there it just took on a different form. At lunch there was a fry/hotdog van thing just outside… if I bought food I usually got fries and a hotdog… it seems that that makes me a pig instead of eating the smallest size of fries with just a bottle of water like all the other girls.
sighs I could go on for ages about kids… it still bugs me today though I have gotten over it for the most part (Thank goodness) and though not skinny perse I am comfortable with who I am now. Though of course I have my bad days… everyone does.
Someone called me a doo-doo head once. Man, that stung!
Seriously though…
I got married at 19, which is fairly young but not absurdly so. For the first several years, when people would find out I was married, they would get a sad look on their face, nod knowingly, and say “oh, you got pregnant?” like I couldn’t possibly have decided to get married on my own, it had to have been because I was forced to by circumstances. That would just piss me off, it was so insulting!
Excuse my French, but what a cunt. This sort of woman should be run over by a rusty tractor on spiked tyres. What a horrible thing to say. Her loss, xizor.
Wow. That is, pardon the expression, bullshit. Just becasue one crackpot man-hating woman calls herself a feminist, that does not make all feminists crackpot. What kind of logic is that? It’s like saying because Hitler was Austrian, all Austrians are xenophobic nutcases. (disclaimer: I am not saying that, merely making a comparison. I love the Austrians and their glorious country! Yea for Vienna!)
Uhm, well… you could have chosen a better example. I’m sure it’s not because of Hitler, but I am not reluctant to state that a lot of Austrians are xenophobic nutcases. From my own experience, and from all the crap we all saw last year with Joerg Haider. I’m not saying they are all racists, but the majority are xenophobic. I’ve heard Austrians talk about “niggers”, whereas the only black man they ever saw was B.A. of A-Team fame.
Damn you straight to HELL for highjacking Coldfire!
You know I love you, Clog Boy. I
As to your point about Austrians, I would bet that you have not personally met “the majority of Austrians” and therefore cannot make a generalization like that and call it fact.
How about, “The Austrians I have met are xenophobic assholes.”
I do my best to stay far away from generalizations, but I’m sure some diligent person could find one or two in my history of posts.
Nothing really comes to mind as the WORST insult…all of junior high has sort of melted together by now. I’ve tried to repress those memories…all I can recall now is the intense pain caused by my cruel peers. In high school, I rarely had classes with these horrible people, fortunately.
I’d just like to hijack this thread a little, as the stories of teachers ignoring teasing has reminded me of something. When I was in high school, a girl (who did not go to my school, btw) sued my school district for not protecting her from sexual harrassment. Her teachers responded with “boys will be boys” crap, and she had to endure it for years. I couldn’t remember the details, so I did a websearch, and got this, from Snopes, of all places:
“In 1993 the first suit in the nation seeking damages from a school or school official for peer harassment was filed against the Petaluma City School District. According to the suit, a seventh-grader was taunted daily by dozens of students after one boy spread the rumor she had masturbated with a hot dog. Failing to get any help through the system, her family had to uproot and leave town. Though the suit against the school counsellor failed, in 1996 the school system settled with the girl for $250,000 without admitting any wrongdoing.” URL: http://www.snopes.com/college/sex/hotdog.htm
I seem to recall that there was a lot more involved, specifically that boys mooed at her.
Anyway, if your teachers left you with lasting emotional scars…litigation is always an option!
Kyla That might be a good idea but the worst of it happened to me in grade 6… 6 years ago. Plus being in Canada you have to pay the lawyer pretty much up front unlike the States where they can do the whole you don’t get paid I don’t get paid gambit (though I doubt the lawyers never get paid)
If I lasted this long with it I think I’ll be okay. Though getting retribution would be nice. would rather do one of those shows on tv… “You teased me because of my looks before… well look at me now!” or something like that
I would ab-so-lutely love to have my picture painted. To receive this as a gift is a compliment of the highest form. This girl ( definately not woman) was too immature to appreciate the labor of lov…smitten you put into this gift. It was best she moved on before she sucked you financially dry.
Don’t judge all women on this selfish girl. One day you will find one that inspires you to paint from the heart again.
Cheer up, hon. He is most likely bald and fat by now and on his fifth marriage. To a gold-digger who snaps her gum and calls him “daddy.” With no brains, breast implants and she says “huh?” when anyone tells a semi-intelligent joke.
I either have altzheimers or I have successfully repressed any or all insults I’ve received in my life.
I am one of those people that, because of life’s little foibles called being given a really crappy name, I was teased alot in my formative years, subsequently, when an insult is thrown my direction, nine times out of ten I can bat it out of the ball park with a home run that just stings for the insultee.
One of the nicest compliments I’ve ever received is from my husbands supervisor, who says that I can kick the door shut on an insult before it’s out of the person’s mouth and jam my foot down their throat. I wonder if I can put that on my resume?
Alas, the only insult that really sticks in my craw ( or is it claw?) is when I was 20-21, just broken up with a boyfriend, my best friend asked me to step down from being in her wedding party because my former bf was in the wedding and she didn’t think I would behave. Even though she thought the worst of me ( not because I am prone to public displays of bad behavior, which I abhor and have never ever done a PD like that. I can’t even watch Springer, fercryinoutloud, it embarasses me so much.) I almost understood the why’s of her decision, until she asked her upcoming best friend to take my place right in front of me.
This coming from a girl/woman who makes Ms. Manners look like a crack whore because she ( my former friend) was so fucking uptight and prim. ( I have a SIL just like her too.) It just burned my bra. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind, but I did not want to pander to the image she thought I was ( which I have never been, not to my knowledge. Hell, even drunk, I’m mundane.) and I got up and left. Not before going to the bar and ordering a meal I would never eat and some drinks and putting it on their tab before I left.
She’s married and had five kids by 28.Probably more, by now, due to her religous beleifs. I hope she is as fat as a cow, because she is as bright as one.