BDBoop
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The kid in the pic is five, and what leads you to say issues will be involved?
This has been a hot topic amongst women for years, I just wanted to see what a mixed bag had to say about it.
wanna bet the kid will get some shit at school....he better hope a Romney kinda kid aint there....![]()
Or an Obama kinda kid either. In his own book he recounts bullying and beating up on a girl. Of course the Washington Post didn't choose to write a half book dissecting that event did it.
But many if not most kids can and will be very cruel when they are handed ammunition like that magazine cover.
Oh, my god. Fyrefox. What on earth led me to believe you were one of the honest ones? A bit of a bitch, but honest.
He shoved a girl. His own age. He was being teased, and he shoved her and she ran away. That is NOT bullying, nor is it 'beating up' and it's rather telling that you had to sink to a new low to make your point.
There was one other child in my class, though, who reminded me of a different sort of pain. Her name was Coretta, and before my arrival she had been the only black person in our grade. She was plump and dark and didn’t seem to have many friends. From the first day, we avoided each other but watched from a distance, as if direct contact would only remind us more keenly of our isolation.
Finally, during recess one hot, cloudless day, we found ourselves occupying the same corner of the playground. I don’t remember what we said to each other, but I remember that suddenly she was chasing me around the jungle gyms and swings. She was laughing brightly, and I teased her and dodged this way and that, until she finally caught me and we fell to the ground breathless. When I looked up, I saw a group of children, faceless before the glare of the sun, pointing down at us.
“Coretta has a boyfriend! Coretta has a boyfriend!”
The chants grew louder as a few more kids circled us.
“She’s not my g-girlfriend,” I stammered. I looked to Coretta for some assistance, but she just stood there looking down at the ground. “Coretta’s got a boyfriend! Why don’t you kiss her, mister boyfriend?”
“I’m not her boyfriend!” I shouted. I ran up to Coretta and gave her a slight shove; she staggered back and looked up at me, but still said nothing. “Leave me alone!” I shouted again. And suddenly Coretta was running, faster and faster, until she disappeared from sight. Appreciative laughs rose around me. Then the bell rang, and the teachers appeared to round us back into class.
Read more Mitt Romney's Empathy Problem : The New Yorker