When Bullying has Become a Buzzword

pink shirt day to stop bullying and anti-bullying

Stop Bullying

I don’t know anyone-child or adult-that doesn’t have a bullying story. I talked about bullying before here. And, just after the Oscars, I wondered if commenting on weight is bullying.

I’ve been bullied. My kids have been bullied. My friends have been bullied. The children of my friends have been bullied. Like actually been bullied. As in, ‘I don’t want to go back. I’m afraid’ bullied.

Unfortunately, though, that’s not always the case when the word is used, or rather overused. I’m concerned that we’ve lost sight of what true pervasive malicious meanness is.

We’ve forgotten that in this world, sometimes people say mean, teasing, or stupid things. And that’s not bullying. That’s just life. Crappy, dorky, normal, everyday life.

Accusing someone of bullying has become a tool for kids to get someone in trouble. Employing phrases like anti-bullying measures and zero tolerance have become a way for people to pay lip service to stop bullying without really doing anything. All the wolf-crying is diluting the message. And children are suffering in so many ways.

I’m so scared the word bullying is losing steam, and the true horrible destructive nature of the action will get lost amongst its buzzword-ness. That scares me.

I had to threaten to call the police before the school stopped another boy from kicking and punching my son to the point he wouldn’t go to school anymore. That’s bullying.
 
Boys told my kid his shirt was funny looking. That’s not bullying. Its just mean.
 
I was FIRED from a job by the very person that was tormenting me at work. She stayed, I went. That’s bullying.
 
My kids observed other kids making fun of SPECIAL NEEDS kids. Nobody said anything. That’s bullying.
 
A girl told another girl she wasn’t invited to her party and couldn’t sit at their table for lunch. That’s not bullying. Its just mean.
 
A teenager spread rumours that a boy was gay and posted it all over Facebook. That’s bullying.
 
A car full of teenage girls drove by another girl, laughed at her, then drove off. That’s not bullying. Its just mean.

I’m GLAD people will wear pink tomorrow to make us aware that we have to DO something. But, I hope they don’t think wearing a t-shirt is actually DOING SOMETHING. We’re all aware that we, as a society, have a problem. But, the the solution is hidden in what we as human beings do after we take the t-shirt off.

What can you ACTUALLY do to stop bullying?

1. Teach your children NOT to bully. Teach and MODEL kindness, compassion, empathy, and acceptance for ALL people.

2. TAKE YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE SAND! Everybody’s kid screws up! If you know your child is being nasty, TAKE CARE OF IT! You aren’t doing your precious flower any favours by not seeing their weaknesses as well as their strengths. If your child is bullying at school, they are obviously in need of help from you, their caregiver. Do your JOB.

3. Teach them that COOL kids are not the bystanders, but those who stand up for others. Let them know that being a bystander is JUST AS BAD as being a bully.

4. Let school administrations know that ZERO tolerance doesn’t mean ‘we’ll investigate.’ Controlling destructive behaviour is not the time to be politically correct. We’re growing up people, and we need to teach them that there are consequences, not just conversations.

5. Teach your children to advocate for themselves, and not be afraid to tell. Take the power back from the bully.

6. Teach your children the life skills they’ll need to manage not nice people, and help them to discern between bullying and meanness. Give them the tools to answer to nasty words, and the power to rise above. Encourage them to seek out friends who will value them and stick up for them, as opposed to those who may blow like the wind when the opportunity arises.

I’m still wearing pink on this February Leap Year Day. Because I believe we have a problem. Its a mean world we seem to have created. And it’s got to stop. We need more than awareness. We need action.

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What do you think? What are you doing to stop bullying?

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The Royal Wedding has done me in again.  I have  fought all interest in it with a passion.  Just out of principle.  Because I hate following a trend. Why?   I like to be the first one to discover something, and then START the trend.  When I like something, I rave about it incessantly (maybe annoyingly) until everyone I know has tried it and liked it.  Most people don’t mind, since I do all the research and testing for them.  Otherwise I quite voriferously am against jumping on the bandwagon.  Some examples of me leading the charge?

When I read about Crocs online and bought them, deemed them super comfortable, and great to walk in.  

(Although in hindsight, I shouldn't admit to the whole Croc things because...well...now that I think about it, they were hallucious.)

Or when I saw the first write-up about fit flops in InStyle Magazine and drove all the way to Buffalo to buy a pair at Bath and Body Works before they were available in Canada.  Just so I could be first.

(Best flip flops ever although my husband describes THEM as hallucious)

 

I was the first of my friends to use Smashbox Halo or get Gel nails.  I was also the first one to get married and have a baby. I’m also the only one of my friends on Twitter (follow me @chickymara), although they totally don’t get the Twit, and pretty much make fun of me and denigrate my addiction (maybe they’re secretly jealous?) 

One band wagon I jumped on late, but for me never late then never, is drinking.  My favorite cocktail (an therefore de rigeur for anyone I know) the Mojito. My sister and I tried Mojitos at a Cuban cafe about 8 years ago, and I fell in love (what’s not to love-booze, mint, lime, and ice?)    I also do like to drink wine.  Its a good hobby. (see the drinking shirts?  get your own here )

Let’s face it. I love being first. And I don’t like jumping on the bandwagon after the fact. It burns me to the core to give in, and I will stand my ground, even in the face of hard evidence.  Case in point:  Lululemon.  Everyone knows I love Lululemon. But, for years, while everyone was walking around in the $90 yoga pants, I refused to buy them.  I took a stand, quite to the detriment of having good-looking-ass pants.  In this case, I totally cut-off my nose to spite my face.  But, I did not learn my lesson.

There are some trends that I refuse to take on, regardless of the level of peer pressure.  One of them is the Brazilian Wax.  God made me a woman, and I’m going to look like one. Nevermind there is no hot wax going anywhere near my lady bits. EVER.  No matter how pretty the designs are.

Brazilian Wax-never gonna happen

Anyways, I digress.  The whole point of this blog is to explain that I fought Royal Wedding Fever for months.  I refused to care.  And I still do.  I hid my eyes when I saw pictures of that gorgeous couple.  I didn’t pay any attention to the wedding plans. For example, I didn’t pretended not to know that the ring was Princess Di’s or that her brother was part of the Royal Wedding planners. Or that Kate was on a special pre-wedding diet.  Or that Wills broke up with Kate to protect her from the Papparazzi. Or that one of the Pages was Wills and Harry’s nanny’s son.  Or that Kate ordered Maple trees to decorate Westminster Abbey because they were on her family’s new coat of Arms.  I had no idea of all that.  But, then, the night before the wedding, I happened by accident to PVR  the Slice Network Made-for-TV Love Story of William & Kate.  And then by accident, I watched the entire wedding.  (Twice).  Also by accident, I posted pictures on my Twitter and Facebook of my wedding dress and The scary Royal Step-Sisters.

Really girls? What's going on here? #TheRoyalWedding

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As well, I did not consider laminating the National Post Special Wedding Section for posterity.  Nor did I order any of these amazing tacky wedding souvenirs

Royal Wedding Sick bags: Who would want that?

This Royal Wedding Dog T: This I would buy

I still don’t know any of that.  Because I refuse to jump on the Royal Wedding Frenzy bandwagon.  Except, look at this picture of them.  Isn’t it romantic? 

Kate and Wills: How Romantic (but I don't care)