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10/30/09
For years, I thought I was this ostracized fat nerd who was persecuted for her brains and her ambitions; in reality, I was way more like an elitist megabitch who couldn't wait to get out of her "ugh, so pedestrian" hometown, who overreacted to some seriously weak-ass insults and exacted terrifying revenge every. Damn. Time. No wonder no one wanted to be my friend!
I was my high school's version of Rahm Emanuel. Except WAY less cool. #meangirls
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My experience was not that mean girls terrorized me, but that I was simply not included or invited to anything. I was just not cool enough for unspecified reasons.
I was pretty much a loner in high school (and can be now), and the result is that I haven't really kept in touch with anyone from high school (I'm only 6 years out of hs, most people I know in my age range still talk with at least a couple of people from hs). #meangirls
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I made my best friend in high school b/c college (I was a commuter) didn't yield the opportunity to get to know many people, no matter how nice some kids in the smaller classes weree... kinda hurts when you know the group of kids you sidelined during four years of high school doesn't really include you now that you're older. Or rather, it hurts me. #meangirls
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Oh, wait, now I remember one. Alexa. But the rest are lost to the sands of time. #meangirls
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I remember my mother taking me aside when I was maybe in seventh grade and saying could I maybe try and be extra friendly to M? Since she'd be talking with M.'s mother and apparently M was having a real hard time of it, what with her not having any friends and anything. And I looked at her aghast because, why would I want to or need to make those kind of overtures to one of the most popular girls in school? #meangirls
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I guess it's marginally better that she was so aggressively competitive academically. #meangirls
10/30/09
Sent from Barack's iPhone at 9:41 pm
(Fwd msg Ashley to Courtney)
"Can u believe him! The LAST thing he needs is a burger! Come on over, mom's bf left his smirnoff ices in the fridge"
Sent from Ashley's iPhone at 9:42 pm #meangirls
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I was never unpopular, and my school did not have football. Cheerleads != cool. Popular people were jocks and/or in honors classes. #meangirls
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Junior high, though, was the WORST. My class was tiny and there was a very specific social hierarchy that had existed since first grade. #meangirls
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ostracize. #meangirls
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My school had cliques, but there was no clique that ruled the school. There was a beautiful popular kid clique, but the girls were never mean. And my senior year, the lines between cliques blurred. #meangirls
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My Mean Girl got the whole class to put hate valentines in my desk envelope, then had everyone hide in the coatroom to watch me read them. I'm sure everyone else thought it was just a really funny joke.... And yes, I remember her name, and her face. She wasn't a cheerleader, or a pretty girl, but she was sure as hell a leader. #meangirls
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ostracize."
Want to bet?
Or don't you spend a lot of time on livejournal? #meangirls
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It looks real innocent on the outside too. Maybe kind of like Glenn Frey's Hotel California?
(Please pardon the reference - I'm a bit of a 70s/80s/90s music junkie) #meangirls
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Honestly, I think if we found a way to channel "mean girls" into such an influential role, it might work well for nuclear disarmament. #meangirls
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But I'm not bitter. #meangirls
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I'm bitter. #meangirls
10/12/09
"Be careful not to do your 'acts of righteousness' before men, to be seen by them. "If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven.
"So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by men. I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full.
"But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.
"And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by men."
(Matthew 6:1-7)
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And also, the little cadre of cheerleaders? What are the odds that one or two of those girls didn't want to make the banner but were bullied -- er, *evangelized* into going with it by the girls in charge. The peer pressure to be pretend-Christian in that situation should make all real believers pause. Do you want everyone to *be* Christian or just *act* Christian? 'Cause one of those two states of being is a lie.
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If they want to have a moment of silence before the game and personally pray for the players, fine. But as someone who lives in the Bible Belt, I get rather irked when a pre-meal or pre-whatever prayer turns into a "God we realize all good things flow from you" or "God we realize without your son dying on the cross none of this would be possible." Makes me want to shout "Praise Allah!" while everyone's eyes are closed. Stop putting words in my mouth, praying people.
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