This exactly. No room to be soft or you got called worse and treated worse than any school yard bully by your own parents. Don’t forget Sanford referred to his own son as “Dummy”! Art imitating life right there.
Don't forget Fred Sanford. And yet, Gloria, Lionel and Lamont turned out to be very good human beings. And, when push came to shove Archie, George and Fred had their kids' backs, and show them how much they loved them....especially Archie.
Don Rickles, Richard Pryor, George Carlin, Jonny Carson, Sam Kinison, Red Fox, Lewis Black, Rick Ducommen & Bernie Mac. Took shots @ everything & everyone, no matter the race, sex, national origin. Everyone had a target on thier back.
Two of the best lessons we learned as Gen Xers - sticks and stones will break your bones but words can never hurt you; and the only way to stop a bully is to stand up to them!
My Dad, grandfather, and uncle were all boxers....the line I was raised with was: there are 3 hits in a fight: them hitting you, you hitting them and them hitting the floor!
Get up. You'll be ok. Walk it off, rub some dirt on it. Are you crying? Knock it off, or I'll give ya something to cry about. You don't like dinner, then i guess you're not eating. Make yourself a pbj. These were all spoken in my house
Hey, you're lucky to be able to have a pb&j. In my house, it was, you're sitting there until you finish or you're having it for breakfast. I'd sit staring at it all night, and again the next morning, lunch and dinner. I stopped going home after the street lights came on; well after dinner was over. Then, I was sent to bed without food. Thank goodness. Who could eat with all the yelling and screaming? The worst was getting yanked up from my seat by my hair, mid bite, to get a beating for chewing too loudly, or talking, or just existing.
@@nprbiz I hate those, but my son loved them when he was in grade school. He went from PB&J every day, to Spaghetti O's. Now that he's an adult, he realizes that steak is life.
And how often did we hear “Why, when I was a kid, all we had to eat was beans! And I was GRATEFUL for those beans!” Look Dad, I’m sorry your father was an alcoholic, but that still won’t make Stuffed Bell Peppers taste good to a ten year old.
@@hadmatter9240 Exactly! Like, I learned at a really early age that when the east 'Anglo Texan' side of my family oozed out, "Well, bless your sweet heart, darlin'!" - no matter how sugarcoated the utterances - what they really meant was, 'How feeble minded you turned out to be, poor ijit...' 🤪 I'd'a been happier even if just one had said, "Ijit. Go on back home and be feeble minded there." 🤣😂🤣
I think it was Colin Quinn who said that people can be divided into whether or not they've been punched in the face. The "comedy has no boundaries" crowd appears to have not been.
The boomers who abused their kids tried to save face by inventing the irrelevant, insincere, participation trophy just to make another jab at the kids.
Dad used to say, "if you start a fight, I'm gonna whoop YOUR ass. But, if you find yourself in the middle of one and you don't finish it. I'm whoopin' your ass twice!!" I love my dad!!❤❤❤
I told my kids the same way my Father told me. “The best way to win a fight is to not be in it. Some fights you cannot avoid. Never start the fight. If someone hits you, hit them back only harder. Do not stop until your life is no longer in danger. If you need help with fighting skills, I will help you.”
My first bully and I had the same parents. I started studying Tang Soo-Do my last year of high school and one day I got home tired, thirsty and went into the kitchen to get something to drink. He was there and shirtless as well as our sister who was getting ready to put biscuits in the oven which was preheating. As soon as I put my books down on the table he started punching and my training kicked in and I began blocking as I was telling him to leave me alone. After a few blocks I struck him in the solar plexus using the heel of the palm. This caused him to move back into the preheating stove. The look on his face was priceless as he bounced off it. Our sister pipes up with, "I bet you'll leave him alone now, won't you?" That was the last time he raised his hands towards me.
My 3 sisters learned from the Master, my mother. They were baby boomers who treated me like a dumb kid- well until they died. But yeah, bullies came in all sizes colors and styles. I keep my mouth shut cause I don't care to engage, but once unleashed I will make them feel inadequate ignorant and sorry they tried my patience. Physical fights can be healed. Verbal takedowns tend to fester.
Even if it was one or the other, or both, I don't want to hear about it. You did it to yourself so you fix it, and stay outside. Duct tape, paper towels and crazy glue all work well. Popsicle splints and paper towels under duct tape. Fix a wound or broken bone macgyver style.
Gen-X, a whole generation that just went feral, you can't hurt us emotionally because those types of luxuries are saved for people we like and even then we give it sparingly.
"like a watered down version in a fancy glass" Not joking If she thinks Hollywood portrayed bullies like sociopaths, she wouldn't make 1 day on a gen X playground
I just sent my boys to martial arts classes. They loved it. They learned to kick ass, some lovely Asian philosophy and morals, worked hard to earn those coveted belts, developed community, had killer potlucks where all those Asian moms brought those amazing egg rolls, excellent physical fitness, and #1 most important…self-confidence. Well, #1 was they seriously learned to defend themselves and hurt the other guy. Best investment I made.
They have no idea what bullies are ( or were ). I remember one day at recess in 3rd grade in 1977 this dude who didn't like me told me our worst insult "Your Mom wears combat boots !". I ignored it and went back to playing tackle football on the asphalt. Then the same dude punches me 8n the stomach, a sucker punch. This knocked the wind out of me and as I was hunched over trying to breathe he hit me over the head with his lunchbox. I went down like a sack of potatoes; BUT, I got back up and said "Put up your dukes !" He ended up with a fat lip, a bloody nose, and a black eye. I looked about the same. And that's how I met my best friend to this day, a 47 year friendship. I'm not big on the mushy stuff, boys weren't allowed to cry then, but I will admit it's a darned heart warming true story. - Gen-X dude FOREVER
Also let us not forget, GenX nerds were also a whole different breed too, many had to learn martial arts in defending themselves from the bullies, this just made the bullies tougher. The nerds were also very creative with how they got back at the bullies too. Revenge of the Nerds wasn't just about entertainment it was a guide they created after years of doing this from experience.
I love this lady. I'm an English Gen X and boy did we have some bullies. Back when I was a child a long long time ago. Moms were to be feared and when I say feared it wasn't because she would beat your a$$ it was because she could lecture you for an hour straight. It's where most of us learned how to tune out of a conversation while nodding our heads and just the right look of shame. Worked every time. I think the biggest difference between Gen X kids and today's is even if we knew our butts would be kicked we still stood shoulder to shoulder with our friend who was been bullied. Today's kids will film it. Mom's golden rules were if they hit you first then you have my permission to hit back. If you hit them first you will answer to me. My dad's rules for both me and all my brothers do NOT bring the police to the door. You see back then that was the ultimate mark of shame. Now it's a badge of honour. My baby brother wanted to join this gang at his school and there was an initiation into said gang. He had to go and steal some sweets from the local Woolworth's. He did and he got caught the very first time. Police were called parents were called meanwhile brother was having a panic attack as he had broken dads golden rule. The police officer who turned up said to my parents leave it with us and took him to the cop shop. They locked him up in between to other prisoners one was a drunk the other was screaming and shouting and fighting the cops. After 6 hours my parents were called to come pick him up. He came out a different boy because it was tough love today that cop would have lost his job and my parents charged with child abuse. When in fact it was a tough lesson of what will happen if he starts on this road he never stole again dropped his friends and eventually ended up in the British Army. My own kids are spoilt and I know their spoilt but not with things with love understanding and they know if ever anyone attempts to bully them to walk away and as you walk just say WHATEVER. They don't know how to respond to that. If however these people persist then they have ti let me know and guess who I go after the parents. TIT for TAT in my world. You come at me you better have a damn good reason come at my kids you will need a paramedic. My husband also Gen X just sets me loose he says I am his very own British Bulldog. That is not an insult but his pride speaking. I now have my first grandchild and the love that is flowing from me to this precious child has turned me into a bodyguard hurt one hair on her head and you will need an undertaker
I called the cops to arrest my child. She needed to be taught that selling a stolen credit card number will not be tolerated. The cops came in to investigate, they put her in cuffs and called the sarge to clear it. Sarge said because the cards weren't used, there was no crime. She vandalized the basement to get back at us, me especially, for calling the cops. I brought her down to the station to report her, but they still said no to locking her up. My kid was in h.s. during all of this. Now, she's out of the house and learning life's lessons on her own.
My parents said, "If you fight, there should only be 2 hits. You hitting them, and them hitting the floor." Then, there was "you better not start fights. But if you get into a fight, make sure you're the one that walks away"
I saw a woman in Central Park yesterday that looked exactly like you. Either it was you, or you have a twin. Plus, I just have to say that your Gen X commentaries are SPOT ON! Thank you for that!
I was a latch key kid and my mum used a belt and a wooden spoon. The wooden spoon was constantly being pulled out to threaten us with. At school corporal punishment was still allowed. I remember getting hit at school because I came in late and gardener gave me a flower as I walked in and the teacher thought I picked it. The adults were the bullies. As we grew older blurred lines was a real thing. People took advantage of us left and right if they could. If you found people to protect you and survive you were doing well in the world. I still remember that no one ever said life was going to be easy.
Whew, this goes for the end of the Boomer generation, too. Our parents were like, "Stop crying, or I'll give you something to cry about!" If a teacher called about you, parents asked what you did, or, as my dad said, "Unless the teacher is doing something immoral or illegal, I'm on their side EVERY TIME!" F around and find out every minute of the day, all day long. We are hard, tough people. We've been places, seen things, and swam through sh*t!
Neighbor kids picking on my little bro, so I, at home alone with mono, got out of bed, got my bat, hopped on my dirt bike and chased those little effers home. Then I went back to bed to watch the 1976 summer Olympics. Good times! 😅
Growing up as a GenX kid I was told the famous "Don't start none won't be none" line. "However, if someone does start some mess with you - you better finish it otherwise I'll be taking it out on your a-". That's how we were taught to handle a bully situation. Even then I thought it was counter productive. But I eventually got tired of being bullied by the same two girls in school and developed a no f-s given ideology and finally decided to fight back with all the rage and irritation a fifth- grader could muster. One ran away before I could finish beating her butt and the other one saw what I was giving her girl and squashed things before I could break her off a piece of what I was giving her friend since I owed her a little something too. Years later, on FB as adults, that same person actually apologized to me and admitted that what she did was wrong and that I didn't deserve how she treated me. I suspect it was because she had children of her own and saw how it felt to be on my side of that fight. That same no F-s given attitude never really went away though, and my parents were treated to it just as much as everyone else around me. This is how most of my generation ended up becoming so apathetic I imagine. When nobody cares to step in to help their children they have to figure out their own coping strategies. Setting aside, the bulk of our intense emotions seems to be a major part of that. It's honestly not our fault so don't get angry or try to "fix" us when we don't react the way you want or expect us to because it's probably not going to work. We're to old and set in our ways to change at this juncture. Just accept what is and move on.
I was bullied for being really small ,for coming from a poor family ,for wearing glasses ,etc... anything could get u bullied .I spent a lot of time in the principals office ,for my retaliation tactics 😂
I came home crying about an older class man bullying me for a couple of months & my red-headed mother told me w a cigarette hanging out of the side of her mouth, “Eitjer standup to her but don’t come home crying about it another day or I’m gonna beat your azz!” I knew she’d had it so I did as she said & ended up being dubbed the girl you didn’t mess w at my school! Lol… thanks Mom, I love you for toughening my hummingbird butt up!
Why is it that people always resort to this gender bullshit like it's some kind of insult? You're just perpetuating the bully mindset and are literally part of the problem.
Harden up was a common saying from our fathers. You either hardened up or got bullied. I remember going to the movies and some girls started throwing popcorn on my friends one by one left to right. I got more and more angry with each friend they hit and by the time it got to me I was furious. Grabbed their popcorn off them, threw it in their face and told them to shut up with lots of swear words and a threat and they didn't say a peep after that. My friends didn't either. I think they were pretty shocked by me but at least they knew they were safe so sometimes a bully picks on a bigger bully! Lessons learned on their behalf! Then I discovered pot, alcohol, parties and the guitar and I was much happier!
Oh, how many times we bullied each other in school and actually everywhere. And home was not the exception. Since there was no Internet we couldn't hide. We actually had to tell each other to our faces. The 80s we're not perfect and many injustices were committed but many of us survived. The survival of the fittest. Law of nature. It applied before, applies now, and will apply later.
Oh, the belts that my parents used! One time I was hit so hard by my mom i lost consciousness briefly. Of course, nobody batted an eye about that kind of thing back then. My sister and I were talking recently to my parents ( they're in their early 80's) about how they used to hit us with the belt; conveniently, they acted like they couldn't remember!
Hey, mine too, and they are in their late 70's/late 80s. My parents divorced a long time ago. Dad (89) can't remember, but he doesn't deny he was violent. I showed mom (76) the scars and mom got defensive. I recently had an EEG done, due to severe, and frequent childhood head trauma. Mom couldn't deny those results, but she still can't remember hitting me that often. I let her believe what she wants, because in the end it's my decision who takes care of her. Lol Dad will be gone before mom.
My parents both remember and they still remember exactly how I earned every one that I got. I can't argue with that because I was out there f'ing around so when I got home I got to find out. It's what made me an honest hard working law abiding citizen.
Well, we did have dodgeball. If you were good at it, you could have revenge. If you sucked at it well, then you'd better be fast at running and dodging. Damn we had a great childhood! Todays kids just look at us in shock and awe. Like our parents abused us when, in fact, they actually did us a favor. Tell your parents thank you if they're still alive. I got the opportunity to do that before mine passed. It was worth it. My mom felt kinda guilty about it until that thank you. ❤
"STOP CRYING OR I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT." That's what I was told as a child. Also, " KIDS ARE TO BE SEEN NOT HEARD " Plus many other things like those.
Bit of a funny story, I member when Mortal Kombat 2 came out, I was with one of my buddies from middle school. And I said o my they got our elementary school in a game finally. The amount of fighting we did was really impressive. Teachers would just watch. Good times.
Yeah our bullies were one foot away from our face, and you could usually feel their spit as they degraded us in front of 30 other kids, up front and cheering on the Bully. I can think of one or ten fights I wish were online 😊
I've still use everything I learned about life. Math I've had 3 years of algebra, 1 year of geometry, trig and pre calculus. The only math I have ever needed didn't go beyond the 4th grade&don't need that now with the abundance of calculators. I'll be using life/surv to skills until the day that I die.
Omg yaaas! I was taught to never throw the first punch, to never start a fight, but that I had better be the one to finish it or I could expect similar punishment when I got home. I was 12F at the time. So I learned to fight and I learned to fight dirty, because what I really did was learned how to win, how to survive. School was full of people who had been taught the same things, but with a sense of entitlement that made them bullies. And we fought back in the k my ways we knew how: with our fists and our mouths
"When I was a kid,. I stuck a pitch fork through my foot." Sooooo, I didn't go home to Mom.. when I wiped put my bike. A neighbor with 2 young kids. Treated me with bands aids and triple antibiotics...😂
Thank you so much 😆 I had to learn to fight in 4th grade because 3 older girls would attack me walking home from school I went home one day crying and my stone Mason dad was home by chance and literally said you better not ever start a fight but if you have to defend you self you better finish it than my uncles taught me how to fight and I was never bothered again twice by the same people also I was really thin and looked vulnerable so they thought I was an easy target 😂😂😂size doesn't matter when you had to take care of yourself😊
My mom called me an F-up to my face, said that being declared mentally incompetent would make me more appealing to hiring managers, demanded that I be a test subject in a psychiatric vocational rehabilitation study for that very reason, defended the kids who made my college experience miserable, and even laughed in response to my getting upset over her asking me to identify somebody attending my prom date's funeral. And all of that was years after she hit me after I got suspended for going too far in standing up to a bully a second time.
One of my childhood bullies would kick me vehind the knees as i was walking down the stairs. The only thing that kept me from falling and seriously hurting myself is the stairs were so crowded with other kids. Not to mention the bully at home that legit put my sister in the hospital and DSS still jept us at home
By the time I was in h.s. to run track, I could not run as fast, as I did in the neighborhood, because I didn't have a group of boys chasing me down with homemade weapons on the track. Now, if they got those boys to run after me, my times would be a lot better. I needed that carnal fear to motivate me to run.
As that kid who was bullied and often had to have a " protector" because I was disabled believe me when I tell you that you are a hero then. I was fortunate my protector was my legal guardian ( uncle who raised me) but not all bullied kids have protection from their bullies. We see you, we appreciate you ❤️ ❤❤ hugs.
Dunno why, but this reminded me of the time there was a fight right outside one of my classes and one of the idiots drew out a fork to stab the other guy. One of the drama kids joked about it for a week. Ah, the good ol' days.
School was a psychological warfare proving ground. I broke a bully once who was making fun of me for being adopted by making him question whether or not he could say with absolute certainty that his parents had planned for and wanted him. I literally had to go to my principal because my math teacher sat us alphabetically and wouldn’t move me, so all of the bullies were right next to me and would steal my stuff. The adults were harder too. That principal made one kid cry just by hinting that he wasn’t behaving in alignment with his Christian morals.
I was an only child single parent raise and latch key With my Mom working I had to take responsibilities fast with no complaining till this day at 66 young I don't be around BS
We were raised by Archie Bunker and George Jefferson.
This exactly. No room to be soft or you got called worse and treated worse than any school yard bully by your own parents. Don’t forget Sanford referred to his own son as “Dummy”! Art imitating life right there.
Don't forget Fred Sanford. And yet, Gloria, Lionel and Lamont turned out to be very good human beings. And, when push came to shove Archie, George and Fred had their kids' backs, and show them how much they loved them....especially Archie.
@@sf-c1972 And "Meathead." Don't forget "Meathead."
Don Rickles, Richard Pryor, George Carlin, Jonny Carson, Sam Kinison, Red Fox, Lewis Black, Rick Ducommen & Bernie Mac. Took shots @ everything & everyone, no matter the race, sex, national origin. Everyone had a target on thier back.
Yup😂
Born in 1970. The advice I was given was:
Never start a fight, but always finish it.
1978 here.
Taught the exact same.
‘75 and same. Still live by that philosophy.
"We didn't just grow up, we toughened up out of necessity" Damn straight!
Two of the best lessons we learned as Gen Xers - sticks and stones will break your bones but words can never hurt you; and the only way to stop a bully is to stand up to them!
Hear! Hear!
Amen!!!
Get a bigger stick and don’t stop until he’s screaming!!
If someone starts a fight with you, level them.
If you start a fight with someone, I'll level you.
-GenX Parents.
Accurate 😂
ARE WE RELATED SOMEHOW??? MY DAD SAID THE SAME THING!!!!❤😂
You better not start a fight, but if you’re in one you better finish it.
Wow, my parents said the same thing! Trial by fire was the gen x way lol!
My Dad, grandfather, and uncle were all boxers....the line I was raised with was: there are 3 hits in a fight: them hitting you, you hitting them and them hitting the floor!
" We didn't get a block button"😂
facts. we didnt get a block button. sometimes we just get our blocked knocked off and still got up. lmaoo. Gen-X still surviving.
Well we kinda did, but it was located between the eyes and the mouth of the idiots who took the risk
Get up. You'll be ok. Walk it off, rub some dirt on it. Are you crying? Knock it off, or I'll give ya something to cry about. You don't like dinner, then i guess you're not eating. Make yourself a pbj. These were all spoken in my house
Hey, you're lucky to be able to have a pb&j.
In my house, it was, you're sitting there until you finish or you're having it for breakfast. I'd sit staring at it all night, and again the next morning, lunch and dinner.
I stopped going home after the street lights came on; well after dinner was over. Then, I was sent to bed without food. Thank goodness. Who could eat with all the yelling and screaming?
The worst was getting yanked up from my seat by my hair, mid bite, to get a beating for chewing too loudly, or talking, or just existing.
I finally called mom's bluff on the ol "eat it or wear it" line she used from time to time. Bowl of spaghetti o's right on the head.
@@Ninjanimegamer I hope you escaped that and made something of yourself.
@@nprbiz I hate those, but my son loved them when he was in grade school. He went from PB&J every day, to Spaghetti O's. Now that he's an adult, he realizes that steak is life.
And how often did we hear “Why, when I was a kid, all we had to eat was beans! And I was GRATEFUL for those beans!”
Look Dad, I’m sorry your father was an alcoholic, but that still won’t make Stuffed Bell Peppers taste good to a ten year old.
Amen! WE didn't make it to this age without being tough as nails! Welcome to the real world kiddies!
Yes! I do notice that people say things online they’d never say to your face. I long for the days when people said things to your face.
Seriously though
Oh, they'll say things to your face, alright...while hiding behind a mask.
@@hadmatter9240
Exactly! Like, I learned at a really early age that when the east 'Anglo Texan' side of my family oozed out, "Well, bless your sweet heart, darlin'!" - no matter how sugarcoated the utterances - what they really meant was, 'How feeble minded you turned out to be, poor ijit...' 🤪
I'd'a been happier even if just one had said, "Ijit. Go on back home and be feeble minded there." 🤣😂🤣
I think it was Colin Quinn who said that people can be divided into whether or not they've been punched in the face. The "comedy has no boundaries" crowd appears to have not been.
@@blackjac5000
Gawds! Hysterical!! 🤣
Thank you for sharing!!
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Now, everyone gets a participation award, ours was survival!
That's actually the best " participation award" 😂
We earned our awards and all of our scars.
I got a fat lip and broken tooth in a game of wall ball when I was 12.
The boomers who abused their kids tried to save face by inventing the irrelevant, insincere, participation trophy just to make another jab at the kids.
Dad used to say, "if you start a fight, I'm gonna whoop YOUR ass. But, if you find yourself in the middle of one and you don't finish it. I'm whoopin' your ass twice!!" I love my dad!!❤❤❤
My Marine Corps Dad told us the same thing and he taught us to defend ourselves.
I told my kids the same way my Father told me. “The best way to win a fight is to not be in it. Some fights you cannot avoid. Never start the fight. If someone hits you, hit them back only harder. Do not stop until your life is no longer in danger. If you need help with fighting skills, I will help you.”
Soooo true! I tell my kids those bullies in movies/tv are nicer than the nice kids at my school.
"Heathers" isn't a movie...it's a documentary. 😁
You are so right!! We toughened up or learned to run...fast!!
My first bully and I had the same parents.
I started studying Tang Soo-Do my last year of high school and one day I got home tired, thirsty and went into the kitchen to get something to drink. He was there and shirtless as well as our sister who was getting ready to put biscuits in the oven which was preheating.
As soon as I put my books down on the table he started punching and my training kicked in and I began blocking as I was telling him to leave me alone. After a few blocks I struck him in the solar plexus using the heel of the palm. This caused him to move back into the preheating stove. The look on his face was priceless as he bounced off it. Our sister pipes up with, "I bet you'll leave him alone now, won't you?" That was the last time he raised his hands towards me.
My 3 sisters learned from the Master, my mother. They were baby boomers who treated me like a dumb kid- well until they died.
But yeah, bullies came in all sizes colors and styles. I keep my mouth shut cause I don't care to engage, but once unleashed I will make them feel inadequate ignorant and sorry they tried my patience. Physical fights can be healed. Verbal takedowns tend to fester.
If its not broken and not bleeding then get your ass back outside.
Even if it was one or the other, or both, I don't want to hear about it. You did it to yourself so you fix it, and stay outside.
Duct tape, paper towels and crazy glue all work well. Popsicle splints and paper towels under duct tape. Fix a wound or broken bone macgyver style.
That statement was my momma to a “t”! I acted the same way to my son.
Nailed it!!!
There is always cruel kids
She‘s so hilarious 😂
SPOT ON!!!
Gen-X, a whole generation that just went feral, you can't hurt us emotionally because those types of luxuries are saved for people we like and even then we give it sparingly.
You learned to fight real quick.......
unless you were smaller than everybody else. Then you learned how to make people laugh AND you got really good at running.
"like a watered down version in a fancy glass"
Not joking
If she thinks Hollywood portrayed bullies like sociopaths, she wouldn't make 1 day on a gen X playground
I just sent my boys to martial arts classes. They loved it. They learned to kick ass, some lovely Asian philosophy and morals, worked hard to earn those coveted belts, developed community, had killer potlucks where all those Asian moms brought those amazing egg rolls, excellent physical fitness, and #1 most important…self-confidence.
Well, #1 was they seriously learned to defend themselves and hurt the other guy. Best investment I made.
They have no idea what bullies are ( or were ). I remember one day at recess in 3rd grade in 1977 this dude who didn't like me told me our worst insult "Your Mom wears combat boots !". I ignored it and went back to playing tackle football on the asphalt. Then the same dude punches me 8n the stomach, a sucker punch. This knocked the wind out of me and as I was hunched over trying to breathe he hit me over the head with his lunchbox. I went down like a sack of potatoes; BUT, I got back up and said "Put up your dukes !" He ended up with a fat lip, a bloody nose, and a black eye. I looked about the same. And that's how I met my best friend to this day, a 47 year friendship. I'm not big on the mushy stuff, boys weren't allowed to cry then, but I will admit it's a darned heart warming true story. - Gen-X dude FOREVER
So far, this has to be my fav reaction to a stupid ass question. Love ya
Also let us not forget, GenX nerds were also a whole different breed too, many had to learn martial arts in defending themselves from the bullies, this just made the bullies tougher. The nerds were also very creative with how they got back at the bullies too. Revenge of the Nerds wasn't just about entertainment it was a guide they created after years of doing this from experience.
I love this lady. I'm an English Gen X and boy did we have some bullies. Back when I was a child a long long time ago. Moms were to be feared and when I say feared it wasn't because she would beat your a$$ it was because she could lecture you for an hour straight. It's where most of us learned how to tune out of a conversation while nodding our heads and just the right look of shame. Worked every time. I think the biggest difference between Gen X kids and today's is even if we knew our butts would be kicked we still stood shoulder to shoulder with our friend who was been bullied. Today's kids will film it. Mom's golden rules were if they hit you first then you have my permission to hit back. If you hit them first you will answer to me. My dad's rules for both me and all my brothers do NOT bring the police to the door. You see back then that was the ultimate mark of shame. Now it's a badge of honour. My baby brother wanted to join this gang at his school and there was an initiation into said gang. He had to go and steal some sweets from the local Woolworth's. He did and he got caught the very first time. Police were called parents were called meanwhile brother was having a panic attack as he had broken dads golden rule. The police officer who turned up said to my parents leave it with us and took him to the cop shop. They locked him up in between to other prisoners one was a drunk the other was screaming and shouting and fighting the cops. After 6 hours my parents were called to come pick him up. He came out a different boy because it was tough love today that cop would have lost his job and my parents charged with child abuse. When in fact it was a tough lesson of what will happen if he starts on this road he never stole again dropped his friends and eventually ended up in the British Army. My own kids are spoilt and I know their spoilt but not with things with love understanding and they know if ever anyone attempts to bully them to walk away and as you walk just say WHATEVER. They don't know how to respond to that. If however these people persist then they have ti let me know and guess who I go after the parents. TIT for TAT in my world. You come at me you better have a damn good reason come at my kids you will need a paramedic. My husband also Gen X just sets me loose he says I am his very own British Bulldog. That is not an insult but his pride speaking. I now have my first grandchild and the love that is flowing from me to this precious child has turned me into a bodyguard hurt one hair on her head and you will need an undertaker
I called the cops to arrest my child. She needed to be taught that selling a stolen credit card number will not be tolerated. The cops came in to investigate, they put her in cuffs and called the sarge to clear it. Sarge said because the cards weren't used, there was no crime. She vandalized the basement to get back at us, me especially, for calling the cops. I brought her down to the station to report her, but they still said no to locking her up.
My kid was in h.s. during all of this. Now, she's out of the house and learning life's lessons on her own.
Truth: That's exactly why we vowed to never raise our kids that way.
We didn't have a block button.
Brilliant.
Absolute gold.
My parents said, "If you fight, there should only be 2 hits. You hitting them, and them hitting the floor." Then, there was "you better not start fights. But if you get into a fight, make sure you're the one that walks away"
Well said. You forgot to mention that bullies usually came in groups.
Best thing I learned, was to take down the biggest one first.
So Very true!
I saw a woman in Central Park yesterday that looked exactly like you. Either it was you, or you have a twin. Plus, I just have to say that your Gen X commentaries are SPOT ON! Thank you for that!
I was a latch key kid and my mum used a belt and a wooden spoon. The wooden spoon was constantly being pulled out to threaten us with. At school corporal punishment was still allowed. I remember getting hit at school because I came in late and gardener gave me a flower as I walked in and the teacher thought I picked it. The adults were the bullies. As we grew older blurred lines was a real thing. People took advantage of us left and right if they could. If you found people to protect you and survive you were doing well in the world. I still remember that no one ever said life was going to be easy.
How I miss the jerky boys.
omg. my husband still quotes them daily in one way or another.
Whew, this goes for the end of the Boomer generation, too. Our parents were like, "Stop crying, or I'll give you something to cry about!" If a teacher called about you, parents asked what you did, or, as my dad said, "Unless the teacher is doing something immoral or illegal, I'm on their side EVERY TIME!" F around and find out every minute of the day, all day long.
We are hard, tough people. We've been places, seen things, and swam through sh*t!
Mic drop!!!!😂😂😂😂
Neighbor kids picking on my little bro, so I, at home alone with mono, got out of bed, got my bat, hopped on my dirt bike and chased those little effers home. Then I went back to bed to watch the 1976 summer Olympics. Good times! 😅
Growing up as a GenX kid I was told the famous "Don't start none won't be none" line. "However, if someone does start some mess with you - you better finish it otherwise I'll be taking it out on your a-". That's how we were taught to handle a bully situation. Even then I thought it was counter productive. But I eventually got tired of being bullied by the same two girls in school and developed a no f-s given ideology and finally decided to fight back with all the rage and irritation a fifth- grader could muster. One ran away before I could finish beating her butt and the other one saw what I was giving her girl and squashed things before I could break her off a piece of what I was giving her friend since I owed her a little something too. Years later, on FB as adults, that same person actually apologized to me and admitted that what she did was wrong and that I didn't deserve how she treated me. I suspect it was because she had children of her own and saw how it felt to be on my side of that fight.
That same no F-s given attitude never really went away though, and my parents were treated to it just as much as everyone else around me. This is how most of my generation ended up becoming so apathetic I imagine. When nobody cares to step in to help their children they have to figure out their own coping strategies. Setting aside, the bulk of our intense emotions seems to be a major part of that. It's honestly not our fault so don't get angry or try to "fix" us when we don't react the way you want or expect us to because it's probably not going to work. We're to old and set in our ways to change at this juncture. Just accept what is and move on.
I love how you always hit the nail square on the head! Thank you for the straight up honesty with which you speak!
We woke up every day, ready for battle, fell to sleep, and mentally prepared the next one.
Truth!
This woman is dead on. Love it. Me being 50. She takes me back.
I was bullied for being really small ,for coming from a poor family ,for wearing glasses ,etc... anything could get u bullied .I spent a lot of time in the principals office ,for my retaliation tactics 😂
I came home crying about an older class man bullying me for a couple of months & my red-headed mother told me w a cigarette hanging out of the side of her mouth, “Eitjer standup to her but don’t come home crying about it another day or I’m gonna beat your azz!” I knew she’d had it so I did as she said & ended up being dubbed the girl you didn’t mess w at my school! Lol… thanks Mom, I love you for toughening my hummingbird butt up!
We didn't have time to question our gender - we were being hounded by bullies, including our siblings.
Right lol
you ain't kiddin!!! i had 4 brothers and 4 sisters. we lived in a tiny little townhouse. it was a melee in there all the time. hahaha
And parents.
Why is it that people always resort to this gender bullshit like it's some kind of insult? You're just perpetuating the bully mindset and are literally part of the problem.
Our friends told us we throw like a girl and cry like a bitch, so we already knew our gender.
Grumpy Grandpa here. We didn't have blocks. But we surely use bricks. 😂😂👍
My dad always said "I'll give you something to cry about"
Harden up was a common saying from our fathers. You either hardened up or got bullied. I remember going to the movies and some girls started throwing popcorn on my friends one by one left to right. I got more and more angry with each friend they hit and by the time it got to me I was furious. Grabbed their popcorn off them, threw it in their face and told them to shut up with lots of swear words and a threat and they didn't say a peep after that. My friends didn't either. I think they were pretty shocked by me but at least they knew they were safe so sometimes a bully picks on a bigger bully! Lessons learned on their behalf! Then I discovered pot, alcohol, parties and the guitar and I was much happier!
Taught not to start fights, just to finish them. Also if there isn't a bell or a ring there are NO RULES!
My mom & teacher's reaction to my bullies: "Eh, give 'em a few weeks. It'll blow over. Zero intervention required."
Very true, I know won move series in the eighties that definitely tot you the hard truth, war and rememberance watching it as an adult freaked me out.
Oh, how many times we bullied each other in school and actually everywhere. And home was not the exception. Since there was no Internet we couldn't hide. We actually had to tell each other to our faces. The 80s we're not perfect and many injustices were committed but many of us survived. The survival of the fittest. Law of nature. It applied before, applies now, and will apply later.
It’s why we’re harder and tougher.
Yes it absolutely applies now and will later. It has always applied.
I always say "I wasn't brought up, I was dragged up". I was born in 1960, but I relate more to gen x than baby boomers.
Oh, the belts that my parents used! One time I was hit so hard by my mom i lost consciousness briefly. Of course, nobody batted an eye about that kind of thing back then. My sister and I were talking recently to my parents ( they're in their early 80's) about how they used to hit us with the belt; conveniently, they acted like they couldn't remember!
Hey, mine too, and they are in their late 70's/late 80s. My parents divorced a long time ago. Dad (89) can't remember, but he doesn't deny he was violent. I showed mom (76) the scars and mom got defensive. I recently had an EEG done, due to severe, and frequent childhood head trauma. Mom couldn't deny those results, but she still can't remember hitting me that often.
I let her believe what she wants, because in the end it's my decision who takes care of her. Lol
Dad will be gone before mom.
My parents both remember and they still remember exactly how I earned every one that I got. I can't argue with that because I was out there f'ing around so when I got home I got to find out. It's what made me an honest hard working law abiding citizen.
fluffing hilarious and true !!!
How did you just explain my childhood? Lol
I spent a great deal more time learning survival than I did math.
Let me take a stab at this...... I see what you did there. 😂
No matter the time in history , a bully always projects personal issues on to others because they fear connection with people and hate being ignored.
Back in the day they also hated being stabbed in the thigh with a pencil. Things change.
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Well, we did have dodgeball. If you were good at it, you could have revenge. If you sucked at it well, then you'd better be fast at running and dodging. Damn we had a great childhood! Todays kids just look at us in shock and awe. Like our parents abused us when, in fact, they actually did us a favor. Tell your parents thank you if they're still alive. I got the opportunity to do that before mine passed. It was worth it. My mom felt kinda guilty about it until that thank you. ❤
She speaks truth
"STOP CRYING OR I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT." That's what I was told as a child. Also, " KIDS ARE TO BE SEEN NOT HEARD " Plus many other things like those.
I'm so happy to be a Gen X . I wish I could have known you growing up. You're so cool.
Bit of a funny story, I member when Mortal Kombat 2 came out, I was with one of my buddies from middle school. And I said o my they got our elementary school in a game finally. The amount of fighting we did was really impressive. Teachers would just watch. Good times.
Ironically in my case, Dad would ask "You hurt them, right?". Mom on the other hand hated to go get me from The principal's office.
That is.
The truth. ❤😂
Yeah our bullies were one foot away from our face, and you could usually feel their spit as they degraded us in front of 30 other kids, up front and cheering on the Bully. I can think of one or ten fights I wish were online 😊
I've still use everything I learned about life. Math I've had 3 years of algebra, 1 year of geometry, trig and pre calculus. The only math I have ever needed didn't go beyond the 4th grade&don't need that now with the abundance of calculators. I'll be using life/surv to skills until the day that I die.
Omg yaaas! I was taught to never throw the first punch, to never start a fight, but that I had better be the one to finish it or I could expect similar punishment when I got home. I was 12F at the time. So I learned to fight and I learned to fight dirty, because what I really did was learned how to win, how to survive. School was full of people who had been taught the same things, but with a sense of entitlement that made them bullies. And we fought back in the k my ways we knew how: with our fists and our mouths
Oh Sherri this was a GOOD ONE !! & OH SO TRUE !! ❤
"When I was a kid,. I stuck a pitch fork through my foot." Sooooo, I didn't go home to Mom.. when I wiped put my bike. A neighbor with 2 young kids. Treated me with bands aids and triple antibiotics...😂
😮😂😂😂😂😂😂❤❤❤❤❤❤ that's Right!!!! True story!!!!❤❤❤❤
Grumpy Grandpa here. You know I like to see you cry. And 40 years later you're still crying. Baby need a bottle. 😂😂😂😂👍
Thank you so much 😆 I had to learn to fight in 4th grade because 3 older girls would attack me walking home from school I went home one day crying and my stone Mason dad was home by chance and literally said you better not ever start a fight but if you have to defend you self you better finish it than my uncles taught me how to fight and I was never bothered again twice by the same people also I was really thin and looked vulnerable so they thought I was an easy target 😂😂😂size doesn't matter when you had to take care of yourself😊
Preach Sistah! ❤👌👏👍✌️🇨🇦🍁
Nobody sits behind a keyboard. Bullies were in your face.
ABSOLUTELY!!!!! 😂💪💪👏👏👏👏💯💕
Keyboard cowboys! We were taught standup to the bully or you’ll always be running! F that we fought lol
Spittin facts as per usual. Effin A Cotton, EFFIN AAAA!
My mom literally said if I didn't fight back when I came home bloody, she would beat me until I learned to fight better. 😅
As kids we earned our awards and our scars. With standing up to our bullies our only choice.
And we vowed to never, ever raise our kids that way.
Oh Sheri this was a,GOOD ONE & OH SO TRUE!! ❤
My mom called me an F-up to my face, said that being declared mentally incompetent would make me more appealing to hiring managers, demanded that I be a test subject in a psychiatric vocational rehabilitation study for that very reason, defended the kids who made my college experience miserable, and even laughed in response to my getting upset over her asking me to identify somebody attending my prom date's funeral. And all of that was years after she hit me after I got suspended for going too far in standing up to a bully a second time.
One of my childhood bullies would kick me vehind the knees as i was walking down the stairs. The only thing that kept me from falling and seriously hurting myself is the stairs were so crowded with other kids.
Not to mention the bully at home that legit put my sister in the hospital and DSS still jept us at home
Ohhh stand up to them or learn how to run fast..i joined track and learned how to run fast ...lol so true..
By the time I was in h.s. to run track, I could not run as fast, as I did in the neighborhood, because I didn't have a group of boys chasing me down with homemade weapons on the track. Now, if they got those boys to run after me, my times would be a lot better. I needed that carnal fear to motivate me to run.
I was born in 1974. Bullies are always afraid of me all my life
Amen!
I've been in several fights with the bullies of others....Something in my soul has me protect the weaker or those who are afraid......Sucks.
As that kid who was bullied and often had to have a " protector" because I was disabled believe me when I tell you that you are a hero then. I was fortunate my protector was my legal guardian ( uncle who raised me) but not all bullied kids have protection from their bullies. We see you, we appreciate you ❤️ ❤❤ hugs.
1:02 Laughing my ass off.. You'r momma jokes
Facts 💯❤
This speaks my truth!
And we got spankings in school back then. My mom's theory "if you get spanked at school, you will get it twice as bad when you get home."
Dunno why, but this reminded me of the time there was a fight right outside one of my classes and one of the idiots drew out a fork to stab the other guy. One of the drama kids joked about it for a week. Ah, the good ol' days.
School was a psychological warfare proving ground. I broke a bully once who was making fun of me for being adopted by making him question whether or not he could say with absolute certainty that his parents had planned for and wanted him. I literally had to go to my principal because my math teacher sat us alphabetically and wouldn’t move me, so all of the bullies were right next to me and would steal my stuff. The adults were harder too. That principal made one kid cry just by hinting that he wasn’t behaving in alignment with his Christian morals.
I was an only child single parent raise and latch key With my Mom working I had to take responsibilities fast with no complaining till this day at 66 young I don't be around BS
F around and find out - GenX mantra😂
Narcissists. We were raised by narcissists. Straight up.
Narcissists and Borderlines.
Bring bullies back!!!