Coffee Rhetoric: Cyber bullying
Showing posts with label Cyber bullying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cyber bullying. Show all posts

August 07, 2013

Your #TwitterSilence Will Not Protect You

Goldie Taylor, Cyber Threats, and Silence


Internet flaming—or trolling—has been a … thing for as long as the World Wide Web has been in existence. In fact trolls and the internet go together like Chipotle and explosive diarrhea. And lest you're a person susceptible to bubble guts, sometimes it's best not to feed that kind of hunger. As technology and social media trends evolve, cyber thugs tend to kick things up a notch on the sociopathy scale with their harassing behavior; much of it is easy to disregard and some of it is cause for alarm. And more often than not people of color and women (especially) tend to be at the receiving end of the vilest of vile comments and threats. 

Recently, journalist and cable news pundit Goldie Taylor was the latest person to come under attack, at the receiving end of some pretty nasty threats from a prolifically racist Twitter troll who called himself ‘Americanist’, and whose handle was @BreakObama. This person launched an all-out virtual assault on Taylor (and other noted media and social media personalities), tweeting her personal contact information for public consumption, assailing her with nasty racial epithets, and menacingly telling her to watch her back. I mean, you could practically see the fumes of hate blistering from his every word: “@goldietayler, I know where you work. Better watch over your shoulder. But you won’t know before it happens.”  

January 28, 2013

No Country For Adult Bullies


Yesterday I read a xoJane article penned by Allan Mott, in which shared his experience on “How to (Unsuccessfully) Deal A With Workplace Bully”.  And it was a bit triggering. Not in a way that caused me grave distress; but in that it prompted a wee bit of residual anger to roil in the pit of my stomach, because I have great disdain for bullies and believe there’s a special dark, dank, sulfurous-smelling hole for adults who try to intimidate other adults who have to navigate a shared space. Here's some insight... 

As a child, I came-of-age having to ward off bullies...

During my formative years most of the bullying I endured was perpetrated by boys  (who were often encouraged by girls):  The large, hulking sociopath in second and third grade who made it a point to sit behind me in class and ram his desk into my back, so I couldn't get from behind mine, and would hit me in the back of my shoulder with some heavy metal object (I later learned was a long, rectangle-shaped magnet) while my silent tears went ignored by my trash meek, mousy teacher… who couldn't, or didn't want to, be bothered with giving a shit, but made sure to call my mother every other week to complain about the perceived “attitude problem” she said I displayed, despite my stellar academic performance; I was early to develop physically, so I fended off attacks from fledgling misogynist pieces of shit who’d snap my bra-strap when I wasn't looking, grab a boob and run, or draw giant breasts in black magic marker on my desk to greet me when I returned from the restroom or music class; or the group of assholes who followed me halfway home and pelted me in the back with snowballs the whole way one winter, cheering anytime they’d hit an exposed area other than my backpack, as I walked at a stiff clip.