So, according to msmith357 it is ok to throw wads of paper at the secretary if the secretary is overweight.
OK, now explain this. Up into the sixth grade, I was fairly popular both in school and around the neighborhood, because I did actually have that combination of brains and good looks. Then my parents moved us into a more rural area and… talk about culture shock… It took about a month for me to become the most unpopular person in school. I was picked on by kids I didn’t even know. A particular group of girls pounced on me early on and basically told me how to walk, dress, talk, and act if I wanted to be popular in my new school, created a fictitious “club” with “initiation rituals” I needed to perform, then went around and told the rest of the school that I had kissed the chalkboard, among other strange things (of course not bothering to mention that they had put me up to it in the first place). Junior high was just as bad, because these girls (along with others from the grade school) told the tale of my social undesirability to the student body at large, so I never really had a shot at making friends.
When I was pulled from the school to a fund’ist Baptist school, my lot improved. I wasn’t exactly popular, but I wasn’t ostracized either. Seemed like a lot of the students were in a state of quiet rebellion against the "no rock music, movies, or dancing) restrictions that created a bond among us that made the group less exclusionary because in the “us against them” game, “them” was the restrictive administration of the school. I formed a circle of friends that was peripherally attached to the popular group, and I was accepted with no qualms.
Back to public high school, where I immediately found myself in homeroom with a girl from middle school who had managed to claw her way up about as high on the social hierarchy as a girl could get without actually being on the cheerleading squad and… instant pariah, just add rumors. I was ostracized just because a girl who was considered “cool” by her peers had declared me socially undesirable.
Junior year of high school we moved again, and I found myself in a larger, more urban, less socially stratified hight school. I had basically given up. My looks went to hell because I hadn’t learned to like my naturally wavy hair, a situation made worse by the fact that my hairdresser father refused to let me grow it long (which would have been much more attractive), so when it would reach a certain length, I would develop “horns”. So, I would plaster it down with gel, which looked even worse, but I really don’t think at that time it was an apperance issue for me so much as a control issue. But even then I wasn’t ostracized. By the second semester, I had formed a circle of friends (mixture of nerds, and freaks), then, having found a measure of acceptance among my peers, I learned to accept my hair. At that point, I think I had acheived a measure of popularity. The nerds and freaks thought I was cool, everyone else just thought I was weird, but since I had escaped from the “different is bad” mentality of the smaller high school, being weird was OK. Also, since nerds and freaks weren’t looked down on, we didn’t have that defensive mentality that regarded the more, uh, popular(?) kids as shallow. The various groups didn’t segregate ourselves the way they do at a lot of other schools. We just sort of gravitated into the groups of people we felt comfortable with but nobody deliberately avoided contact with anyone else, or picked on anyone else because they were lower on the social heirarchy.
There was actually one (very small) group that I did have problems with. There was a clique of a half-dozen poseur girls- they would show up for school in Iron Maiden concert shirts because they were into this rebellious chic mode. I attempted to strike up conversations with these girls and was soundly rebuffed. They made fun of the way I talked ('who taught you to say" insert phrase containing words of more than one syllable?), threw M&M’s at me in study hall, and generally annoyed me. I learned to ignore them fairly quickly.
If you weed out the people who are truly obnoxious, I think unpopularity is more a function of the culture of the school or workplace you are in. There is difference between choosing not to hang out with someone because they are rude and deliberately ostracizing someone because their interests and personalities are different from what is considered normal.
What really bothers me the most about this issue is that it seems that in schools and workplaces where this neverending popularity contest is in play is that being outright mean or cruel to other people does not seem to lower anyone’s social standing. Being verbally abusive to the new guy/girl at work is ok. Even unprovoked physical assaults are OK in high school.
I have deveoped a theory about why these high school-type social heirarchies seem to be carrying over into the workplace, where they seem not to in the past.
In earlier generations, usually there was a stay at home mom, so for at least part of the day, kids had to learn to interact with adults, and learn their ideas of acceptable behavior from adults. Also, the teachers had grown up in a world where they were surrounded by adults, which had a tempering effect. The kids could make each other miserable at school, but they knew on some level that this kind of behavior wouldn’t fly in the adult world. With succeeding generations, kids are being taught by teachers who grew up in the student-formed social heirarchies as the older teachers die off or retire, which means that there is less tempering influence by adults who have learned to act like adults and to some extent model adult behavior, so the high-school clique has become the social norm, where in earlier centuries or even decades, it would be expected that as people entered the adult world they would have to learn to work with dfferent kinds of people and pesonalities. So, yeah, Joe may be a bit odd, but he’s a nice guy, and a hard worker.
Now it doesn’t matter that Joe is a nice guy and a hard worker. Joe is a bit odd, and the high-school clique mentality is still intact on the job, so if the lower-level workers don’t make Joe’s life so miserable that he quits, they’ll fnd a way to convince the boss, who may be nothing more than an an overgrown high-school student herself, that Joe ought to be fired.