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amanda todd, breasts, bullies, bullying, cyber bullying, depression, misogyny, shame, slut-shaming, suicide
I’ve been hesitating about whether or not to write about Amanda Todd.
I’ve decided that I really have to, since she lived so near me and since I know what it is to be bullied.
But I can never say that I know what it is like to be Amanda Todd.
Only she could tell us that, and she tried, and now she’s dead. Her pain can never be recalled.
Furthermore, the entire thing seems so bafflingly senseless.
Even more bafflingly senseless are the douchetards of the world who are now using Amanda Todd as a poster-girl for “poor little white girl” type memes and “suicidal people deserve to die” type claims.
Disgusting.
These people use the exact same logic that put Amanda Todd in this position in the first place:
1. If you show your breasts to someone/sleep with a boy who has another girlfriend, you are a slut.
2. If you are a slut, you deserve to die.
The logistical gap between conclusion one and conclusion two is such a Grand Canyon style leap that it leaves ME gaping.
Because that’s what this is really about.
Amanda Todd is an example case against cyber-bullying, but the issues are much bigger than that.
Yes, sure, she was cyber-stalked by some creepy pedophile who kept posting nude pictures of her and mailing those shots to her friends and classmates.
That’s bad.
But Amanda could have survived the cyber bullying quite well if the real-life people in her world weren’t such complete and utter douchebags.
Here’s what I don’t get:
WHY did she lose all her friends when Pedo-creep emailed her breasts to them?
WHY did she get taunted out of three schools just because she was being stalked by a pedophile?
If By Yes 