Molten Lava Flowin' Like the Wrath of a Mean Girl
The scene at my house moments ago: Ominous, purling tsunami wave-walls crashing down, delicate palm trees trembling from the roots up and unwieldly hot molten lava spewing copiously from the angry mouth of a violent volcano. Sound like the edge-of-your seat opening scene to a box office natural disaster thriller? Or a flashback from the gripping pain of labor and delivery?
As I type the hubster is feverishly slathering the final touch glue-on floating algae (the translucent strands of green Easter basket grass) to my lucky 8-year-old niece's spill-proof, erupting volcano. The nasty little wenches at her school who make fun of her for the mole near her lip will be silenced at the sight of her science project wonder.
Little girls can be so mean. Make that ALL little people can be so mean. Those little people we love, adore and dote on called kids.
When I'm done zigzagging through L.A. traffic to drop my niece off at a friend's (we've been babysitting her for the weekend), I'll have a bit more to say about mean girls. The smug ones already sharpening attitudes on the weaker ones in elementary school.
What's the meanest thing another kid, possibly a "mean girl," did to you in grade school? Or were you one of the mean girls?
posted by Domestic Slackstress @ 1:06 PM
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I loathe mean girls! Especially the ones in elementary school! Ah hell, who am I kidding? I loathe them all the way through high school, and by college? Well I'm just over them (years of therapy later, of course!)
No, I was not one of them. I was the tall lanky girl who tried to avoid gym class because it meant changing clothes in front of all the other girls. The words "Ethiopian" and "Anorexic" (or the "flat chested anorexic girl from Ethiopia") still haunt me...
ooooh, girls can be SO MEAN. I LOATHE them. Did I happen to mention that already??
ahhhh. i was always punished by mean girls...i remember being forced into the boys bathroom and the door was held shut trapping me in. And there were BOYS inside. it was awful.
mean girls suck.
5th grade. Two of my "friends" and I were walking up the street to see this boy I liked. I walked up to him, started talking and they came up behind me and pulled my pants down!!! I was in 5th grade and mortified! Those bee-otches!
I always managed to duck most of the trouble... I was usually the one who smoothed things out.
However a girl laughed at Adam in his Halloween costume at preschool and I almost decked her.
After telling me that he looked silly she asked if I liked her costume...I said no.
Looks like I mighta' opened a can of worms, ladies. I like this. Let's keep it going. I'll try to write a post about my experiences with both being targeted by mean girls and (shame, shame) being a mean girl. For now I'm trying to get four kids in bed, with visions of sugar plums dancing in their hyper heads.
Hey mombat, did you happen to grow up in Oklahoma? Because I'm pretty sure we were in the same group of friends!
in middle school, we were also known as "the group"--sometimes a curse, sometimes a blessing, depending on the head honcho's mood. (sp?_
Did you just use the word "purling"? Because I think I love you.
My first week in Jr. High a girl named Missi started threatening to beat me up for no other reason than she was totally off-balance but before she could do it she got pulled out of school because she got pregnant. I always thought that that was God's way of protecting me. Getting some Junior High kid pregnant.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Oh no, I was most definitely NOT the mean girl and only wished desperately that I could be reborn as the pretty, clever girl....
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hey, they're not necessarily picking on weaker ones. it's any kind of difference or independence at all that can provoke spite from types (children or adults) who get their sense of identity and strength by marginalising and hurting others. but, frankly, i've never met anyone worth a damn who wasn't picked on in school. it's a horrible experience - a baptism of fire.
Here goes: In third grade there was this mean girl named Dee Dee. Out of nowhere, she told this (legitimately hefty) girl named Crystal that I referred to her (no joke) as a "fat hamburger." Now, I was in no way pals with Crystal, but I did not call her a hamburger of any kind. So, then after this manufactured insult, Dee Dee proclaimed to Crystal that she would handle the situation. Dee Dee did so by bitch slapping me on the playground. Humiliating and oh, so stupid.
The funny thing? 4 years later when we "graduated" from elementary school, Dee Dee wrote in my yearbook that I was to "stay sweet" and that I was a "true friend." Dude.
That might not have been the worst, which could be looked up under "what mean teenagers say to you when one boob is totally bigger than the other," but it was definitely the funniest.
Oh! too many to remember! What an amazing post....
When I was in summer camp at age 11, the blond skinny perfect one said something self congratulatory about her hair. Stupidly, I piped up, chubby and pimply, that my Mother had told me I had nice eyes. She (miss skinny blonde and perfect) turned on me, in front of everyone, and said" you are such a bragger...'. I was crushed. Embaressed. But there are so many other fine examples.
Hey DS, I wrote about this in twin posts back in the summer. Long story very short: I bit a girl once who wanted to be my friend.
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