‘Evening Subbers, passers-by, bullies…All. By all means, ALL are welcome to view this.
I never know where a stroll through cyber space might take me, whose blogs I’ll read then linger upon, get involved in.
Tonight, it happens, I dropped by The Heretic’s world, and saw he’d reblogged from Rosewine Lover the original video created by Amanda Todd (r.i.p.) before her suicide. If you’ve missed that news headline, google her name. I can’t put it into words – well, not like Amanda (r.i.p.) herself did.
I was not prepared for my reaction. It ambushed me emotionally. I sobbed. Deeply.
I ended up on Andy’s page and commented a lot, very emotionally. I was feeling a LOT.
I then became interested to know more, and looked into the story of this beautiful, delicate soul. After about 45 minutes stirring pain, ache and sadness, I came upon a video which speaks the very issue – but which did not have the tragic focus that all the other videos had. It said a lot, and in vibe and vocal that I believe would even have bullies listening. Hence, this post welcomes all.
If you have been affected by the story of Amanda (r.i.p.) – and really who could not be?…oh! of course: and if you are a bully who is not affected by this, either/or, I recommend the below. It’s because I was gutted, then felt better after viewing this, that I recommend it (as through comments, I know countless others feel spiritually punctured by Amanda’s/r.i.p. story).
There’s a bit of advice in it, too, for young females seeking ‘likes’ and approval. I remember so clearly how so so often I would be walking down the street and a car full of guys would slow down and yell “SHOW US YER TITS!”. I always found it offensive because it was such a bold demand, and them rolling alongside you hinted expectation. The reason I never did – I don’t know, did they seriously expect me to? – was because, even at 13, 15, 16, I knew to do so was to allow in judgment (nice tits/not nice tits), measurement (seen better…) and demand for more.
Now there’s Facebook, camera phones, and no eye contact as a guy sits wherever at his computer, typing his demand, ‘Show us yer tits’, waiting for your reply, and you want to be liked… who doesn’t want to be liked…
Yet, what is this ‘like’d on Facebook?
I’ve never taken to FB. It tends to measure a life through its own widgety parameters. I just don’t ‘get it’.
I wish Amanda could have seen this video.
Rest in peace, Amanda: you are beautiful, by the way.