How does all of this relate to bullying? You may already hate this article, as it didn’t get to the point as quickly as you wanted. My hope is that enough of you are still reading and are interested in the bottom line. In case you don’t make it to the end, we have got to put a stop to bullying in schools and society. We must pull the plug on the silent, deadly killer of cyber bullying and Internet harassment. The Internet is an amazing tool. It allows us to learn, create, communicate, and share things that were never before possible. It has also become a safe harbor of hate and vulgar, unsolicited opinions about how you look, speak, and act. It has treated many young people to a buffet of barbs and silent fists to the gut as they are tormented for sexual orientation, weight, looks, color, creed, ability, and disability to name a few. No one is safe from the aggressors who lurk in the shadow of URL’s and IP addresses trying to go unnoticed. With the invention of the chat room, suddenly free speech and our ability to express it actually knew no bounds. Where we thought we were free before, in a chat room, anything is fair game. Just pick the room where you will be accepted. Otherwise, you may go in to vent and chat about the latest news or character, and you may leave scarred and scathed as the pros who have nothing better to do chew you up and spit you out. If you don’t agree with them or you have a different point of view – go to a room with a like view or experience the wrath. You may go into the room a bully, but know you may come out the bullied – and you, too have just become a victim of a vicious trend.
I was a normal kid. I didn’t get bullied. I loved school. I was happy and had a lot of friends. Did we tease each other? Absolutely. You could give as well as you got. Did I personally get teased? Absolutely. I was as flat as a pancake and I weathered about every possible “flat joke” there was. I will never forget as a freshman in high school walking into band class (yes, band) and I had on a really cool sweatshirt that had the entire world glove all around it. It was a COKE branded sweatshirt, which back in 1984 was a pretty hip thing to wear. As I walked into class, from the back row trumpet section, a loud “jab” rang through the outstanding acoustic band room, “Christopher Columbus was right, the world is flat!” I remember it like it was yesterday. I felt the blood rush to my face as the bright red of embarrassment colored every exposed part of my body. I heard the laughs – now remember, this was band class…the “band geeks” just laid one on me that is getting a 10 on the laugh meter. I was mortified at that moment and simply wanted to bury my head in my trumpet case, but instead, along the way someone taught me to laugh. Someone told me I was ok just the way I was and regardless of what anyone said I was loved. Somehow, back then the teasing and pokes didn’t seem like bullying, but I am certain to some extent it was there. I guess I was lucky. A flat joke every now and then I could embrace. Also, I was smart enough to know that someday I could fix that if I wanted to but that boy from the back row was ugly and that goes through and through.
It wasn’t until I was an adult and happened to be one of a lucky eight selected to be on a reality show made up of a cast of 14. I signed up for it. Let’s get that right out in the open. I went to a casting call as a dare. Never in a million years did I think I would get picked. Still today, I have to pinch myself and say, wow, I really did that show, Big Brother. I had been a fan of Big Brother since the beginning. I watched religiously whenever I could and as DVR’s became more popular, it was much easier to be a fan because you could watch the show whenever you wanted. I remember having favorites as a fan. There were people you cheered for and people you didn’t. There were even times when there were people I loathed. It was my opinion and mine alone. I never had a chance until recently to go online and tell the world what I thought. And even at that, when I could, I just wouldn’t. The extent of my bashing would be on a phone line between my sisters and I and mom. We would all compare notes on which we liked, who we didn’t and trying hard to justify our reasons. Somehow it never occurred to us to go online and develop a hate chat room, website, fake twitter handle, hack twitter and email accounts, call a house guests work to complain about their votes, research for hours everything I could about this person I saw three nights a week on a TV show. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but when the show was over, I just looked forward to the next week to see what would happen. Who would bring the drama and who would “walk out that door” to the words of Julie Chen, “By a vote of 7 to 1, Billy Bob, you have been evicted from the Big Brother house”. I would either cheer or be sad, but I never took to the airways and high-speed Internet connections like people do now. Social media has changed the way reality TV shows are consumed, especially Big Brother. It is no longer an hour show three nights a week. Instead, it is an hour show to see the edits and the competitions. The real show happens on the LIVE FEEDS where total strangers can be voyeurs in the lives of participants in a game show 24/7. There are fans that watch these feeds non-stop, record every move we make, report it, take screen shots and report it to the public ravenous for the updates. We wait in our favorite forums to get the low down on who, what, when, where, why, and how. We wait to watch the reactions…. sadly; the reactions are rarely about game play anymore. Now the Internet is filled with people who want to tear down and tear apart the participants in the show. They criticize everything about them. Somehow, because we chose to go on a game show, you are allowed to analyze our weight, hair, face, voice, attitude, actions, fights, friends, and sarcastic, hateful comments made in fits of rage or plain succumbing to the endless pressure. None of the reasons for our actions are needed. And quite frankly, we are at a disadvantage as Big Brother airs in real time. We can’t sit with you on the Internet or the couch and explain the other 23-48 hours in the day that made up that one-hour show. And by the way, we are not in charge of the hours of footage that hit the cutting room floor. We are there as guests. We are characters who got a chance of a lifetime. Most of us had no idea of the criticism or even obsession that comes to different players. Believe me, the incessant worshipping of certain players is just as painful to those people as is the hate to some of the others. In the case of Big Brother, sometimes, going out early may be a blessing. You are at least not being watched 24 hours. Trust me, my friends Cassi, Dominic; Keith and others took plenty of hits. I mean is it really someone’s business to tell any other person your nostrils aren’t straight. Good Lord, take a look in the mirror super model fan…oh wait; you’re not a super model, I’m very sorry. I can’t see you to rip apart every flaw you may have. Keep in mind; I know the majority of fans out there are utterly and unbelievably amazing. You are supportive, kind, forgiving, understanding, logical, and aware it is a game. Please know I am not talking to you. I am screaming with you to the people who continue to live through a mouse, a keyboard, and a monitor and are more lethal than they could be with a gun.
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