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The Finger, or “Bird Is the Word”

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Nixon did it, and so did Kennedy. George W. Bush has been caught numerous times on tape grinning broadly and flashing what he called the “one-finger salute.” It has been described as “flipping someone off” or “giving someone the bird,” but when it comes right down to it, the gesture of raising the middle finger ultimately translates as “fuck you!” Every nation has its own array of verbal assaults, but they also have their arsenal of insulting gestures as well. In the United States, the ubiquitous finger is our call to arms. Unlike swearing aloud, which is based upon actual words with specific meanings, gestures are purely visual, and the finger has a kind of inherent meaning that words don’t have. In our case, the raised finger was initially most likely meant to resemble the erect penis, with the tucked-under fingers as testicles. As obvious as this may be, few…

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Sad but true: Childhood bullying is a good preparation for cycling on England’s roads

Helen Blackman

As a schoolchild I was subjected to some horrendous bullying for the crime of being (drrrrumroll) ginger. Explaining this, as an adult, it’s not unusual for other adults to ask why I didn’t just dye my hair, which amazes me because even at the age of 11 I had worked out that the problem wasn’t me being ginger. The problem was other people’s attitudes to me being ginger and those attitudes would have become more entrenched, not less, if I had dyed my hair brown. By the time I was in my teens I had worked out that it was important not to change but to maintain my appearance. If people rejected me because of the colour of my hair they weren’t worth knowing. As a reason for discriminating against someone, this was less than skin deep.

There is no doubt that the bullying scarred me. I attribute much of…

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Our generation did not invent political correctness, but we can fight it

Claire Lehmann

Political correctness is not a new phenomenon. The fact is that many dangerous questions are currently walled off by the baby boomers who dominate our universities (and large sectors of the media). Today’s culture war likes to scapegoat young people for the rise of the illiberal Left, but the responsibility really lies with the generation who came before us.

Each one of us has the ability to generate a hypothesis. A hypothesis simply comes from asking a question about the world and then using our imaginations to answer it. Almost every advance in human history first came from a person willing to look at the world, or the status quo, from a different angle. But if questions and hypotheses are going to have any impact they must be articulated. Questions have to come out of our minds and into the world around us.

The problem with P.C. is that it…

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Search and rescue


My mother, when she was dying, said to me, “There are no wrong answers, Kris.”

She was speaking from the vantage point of someone who has nothing left to lose. Someone with the luxury of looking back on a life filled with worry about making the right choices and realizing, in the end, most of those choices become irrelevant.

I was torn between staying at her bedside and going back to Chicago to take care of my kids. I felt I did not have a choice. My kids needed me. I was the glue in our household. But my mother needed me also.

Recently, I was worrying about the right job, the right parenting, the right financial and life decisions. As I’m sure many of you do. Few of us are immune to trying to game the system for the best results.

choices, options, alternativesIn most situations, you can stay put until…

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Rolling Stone forgot: Investigative reporting is about discovery, not preconceived notions

The Buttry Diary

Investigative reporting is about discovery of a story, not confirmation of your notions.

That is the key mistake Rolling Stone made in its false, and now retracted, story “A Rape on Campus,” as I read the Columbia School of Journalism report on the fiasco.

Rolling Stone’s repudiation of the main narrative in ‘A Rape on Campus’ is a story of journalistic failure that was avoidable. The failure encompassed reporting, editing, editorial supervision and fact-checking,” wrote the Columbia authors, Sheila Coronel, J-School Dean Steve Coll and Derek Kravitz.

The failure started, though, with a preconceived notion of what the story should be. Reporter Sabrina Rubin Erdely; Sean Woods, the primary editor of the story; and Will Dana, managing editor; had too strong a vision of what the story should be and not a strong enough commitment to learn what it really was.

I worked on a series on rape in 1993 for…

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Bullying Saga A CLAIRion Call


I was not wounded nor injured but I almost died.

An eight grader of Tungawan National High School in Zamboanga, Sibugay commited suicide. An 18- year old sophomore student of DLS-CSB, Guillo Servando died from alleged hazing. These bullying menaces could have happened to me.

It is the teachers who need to reinforce positive virtues that enable children strengthen the concept of a child-friendly, gender, biased, sensitive, and bullying and bullying-free community.

I consider myself as a proud victim of bullying. I can still recall how I cried when my cousins taunted me “baboy” and branded me “negra” because of my short curly hairs, flat nose, thick lips and black complexion. I will always remember how my teacher called me “bobo” when I failed to memorize the Multiplication Table.

Eventually in my high school days, I got immune of these tags, scoffs, and mocks. I remained silent when some of my teachers selectively picked the top students for a quiz bee or academic contest. I opted to smile when some of my mentors noticed my grammar flaws, problem solving waterloos, and physical imperfections in front of the class. I almost came to the point that I wanted to stay more at home rather than tasting the threat of bullying.

With the birth of R.A. 10627 or Anti-Bullying Act of 2013, I felt relieved. At least for now, I am assured that I will never hear or watch reports of teenage jailed in their dark rooms, sobbing, gasping and hanging.

Somehow, schools nationwide are now empowered to combat bullying and are given a clear picture on how to curb the early onset of the culture of violence among children. Those who are bullied now have a weapon to lean on and antidote to at least cure the scars of the past.

However, the real antidote is not merely the bill itself. It is the community, itself. The framework of a strong mechanism still lies on the parents who have direct and immediate supervision to their children.

Bullying once infected me and a number of Filipino children. It will be always a virus, ready to rapidly infect the school and the community. It will soon be epidemic not unless we start the bullying saga within ourselves and continue doing our shares to clog the bugs and worms of bullying.