Back when I was a teen, girls were mean.
When someone wanted to hurt someone else, it was easy. Just start a whisper campaign. Rumors and gossip spread like wildfire, but they would just as quickly die down when another juicy rumor surfaced.
Today girls are still mean, but they have so many more resources at their disposal.
There is texting. There is Facebook.
And then there is Formspring, a forum for people to ask "questions" of -- or make comments about -- others.
The Roo-girl once joined a Facebook group that was called something like "Formspring: causing teen suicides since 2009." (I looked for it to get the exact title, but it seems to have gone away.)
Formspring makes the whisper campaigns look like rainbows and unicorns.
We are currently in the midst of some drama in our house. The specifics are unimportant, but the outcome is a Formspring vendetta (with a little Facebook thrown in for good measure) that is so intensely cruel and malicious that it makes my head spin -- and my little girl cry.
We have a new philosophy about the particular mean girl in question: Walk away and pay it no mind because the girl is only as powerful as you allow her to be.
So Roo pushes on, while petulant
little girls write trash and pump it into cyberspace, where it travels
far and wide. And forever.
And I? I want to hurt someone.
Crossposted at From the Planet of Janet