I grew up in the 80s, a time when bullying was almost a team sport. I don’t care who you were, if you were younger, under a certain size or gave off the stench of “victim,” you were bullied. In fact, they didn’t even call it bullying—it was life.
Titty-twisters, humiliation and pain came about as often as the tardy bell. I can remember getting repeatedly punched in band (who gets bullied in band?), having my buddy get his sweet new plastic Mariners batting helmet smashed to pieces (while on his head), and another friend getting his clothes taken from him. And no one did anything.
There’s only one way to cure bullying: better parenting. Ninety percent of the time bullies are acting out because of some pain or emptiness they’re feeling—usually at home. The other 10 percent are just assholes and believe me, their time will come.
Schools also play a part in this. Most bullying happens at school and there should be staff available to both curb it and help those who need it. But school officials can’t do that because we cut the hell out of their budgets after electing morons, and who gets hurt? Our kids.
We can hold candlelight vigils, be outraged and shine more media attention on this problem or we can work on an even bigger problem in this country: crappy parenting. Cure that, and you stop bullying. No self respecting dad (or mom) would put up with his son or daughter terrorizing other kids. Not one.