What kind of things did bully girls yell at the less athletic girls in the locker room back in high school, anyway?

How about: "Why bother trying to swing on the Rings? Get your Mum to help you reach them, first!"

I'm serious. I can't imagine what it was really like! Was it like this?

or so I've heard

They were purple with a paisley pattern on them though, so hey, I guess the little bitch was correct to mock me.

They also used to accuse each other of being anorexic. And laugh at people with inappropriate bras - too colourful or too padded and lacy or not supportive enough or allowing 'overflow' - there are many potential faults. To this day I hate buying underwear.

It's a wondrous place. I have beheld its light on many occasions.

Comparing bra sizes, yes, we did that. And the worst thing to say was to call someone an A and say that's the smallest size there is, which would instantly provoke squeals of "No it's not, what about double A?" Double A is a freaking vest. Fuck off.

Locker room interactions have one rule, which is to AVOID situations which could make other girls call you a lesbian (this angst normally directed at gym teacher with shortest hair inevitably accused of 'looking') so the word 'vagina' definitely out ('no, we don't have those here'). I was just telling Kate I still have the ability to change clothes under a t-shirt I'm still in, thus avoiding the whole 'naked in front of bitches' conundrum. A spontaneous and loud 'eeeuw, LICE!' while pointing at someone was far more common; you'd be judged to have nits for a week at least. Or you'd say someone was 'leaking'.

There were a group of girls who used to wet unused tampons and throw them at the ceiling, where they stuck until drying out and falling down onto unsuspecting heads.

My stock retorts really didn't change from location to location so long as I was actually in a school and couldn't get out. The big question asked by mall rat girls is 'what are you looking at (bitch/ugly/lesbian)?' so if answered, clearly you were bitch/ugly/lesbian. Basically I'd just STARE blatantly once they got going until they started asking The Question. My standard retorts:

Are you talking to me? Sorry, whenever you open your mouth this unbelievable stench comes out. Is that what sperm smells like? (classic, because blowjob = slut and bad breath = poor hygiene).

Nothing important, but I think you should double-check just in case.

That spot on your forehead; I think it has its own pulse.

Duh, a future teen pregnancy statistic. How much welfare does your mom get anyway? Was she TWELVE when she had you? Do your family duel with banjos OR WHAT?

Do you even know what a lesbian is? Ask your mom, she does.

Any complex, quick response frequently provokes the gambit 'are you getting smart with me?' so on we move to Stage Two:

Unggggh, duhh, unggh (assorted 'retarded' noises). Was it any easier to understand in your first language? Shall I translate? ::flips bird::

::Rolls eyes:: All things considered there's no other choice.

(Big, exaggerated yawn to indicate how boring you find their attempts to bully)

Also because They Started It, resorting to guerrilla tactics could be fun, such as loudly saying 'no, you can't copy my test tomorrow you IDIOT' to a meathead as relevant teacher walks by. Or generally acting like an angel whenever adults were around and then launching psychological warfare for the benefit of classroom fence-sitters.

The best one ever was in a class for English teacher Ms Smigala. After arguing with her that Dorian Gray was a major work (she disagreed and wouldn't let me do my project on it so chose Nausea in protest) I started calling her (wait for it) Miss Smegma, in discussions with smart boys. It stuck. Which made the WASPiest girl (poor thing, I liked her) ask way too loudly, 'you guys, what's smegma? What's SMEGMA?' as the teacher walked in.

Oh my God yes. I'd blanked that one.

"fell" is what tolkien wd say, probably

(not that he dealt with menstruation that often... )

Small breasted girls rule NZ high schools. That meant they were thin, and probably good at sport, and those are the best things to be.

However when my ex-girlfriend and I had to get changed for phys-ed most of the other girls would leave the room. Which kind of worked out well. Nothing like a quickie in the change rooms.

Our locker room (all-girls' Catholic HS) didn't really hold a lot of drama within its walls. I suppose all of us were so disgusted by the fact that the locker room hadn't gotten an update since the school was first opened in 1952 that we just focused on trying to get the hell out of there. Yeah. I remember more groans and "Oh God, the drains are so disgusting!" than anything.

Come to think of it, I didn't really get or hear a lot of attitude from the others in my HS P.E. classes. My freshman year P.E. teacher was so very much a lesbian, but she only went so far as to pal around with us (all of us) when we were behaving well and doing all that she asked of us.

The real nasty stuff happened outside the P.E. class. Especially at lunch and at certain dreaded classes that happened to fall after lunch. Even then, though, most of the despicable acts were directed toward teachers (certainly all of them by junior year).

Wow I'd love to know what universe this person lived in. Girls where I grew up were the most vicious, nasty, ugly, unkind, horrible people. From taunts about small breasts and lesbianism in the locker rooms, to fist fights, bullying (I had someone stuff orange peel forcibly into my mouth one time), spitting all over one girl because she was very poor, even earrings being torn off earlobes in fights (which resulted in jewellrey being banned).

People wonder why I dont get on with the female of the species easily. I still feel bitter and angry if I think about it.

Boys rarely picked on girls - well not me, anyway - except for lame "small tits" jibes and the occasional nicking off with something of yours or a punch on the arm. And come on, guys do that cos they like a girl anyway.

i remember lots of really easy taunts. you're fat. you're ugly. girls making fun if your chest was too big or too small. you smell. in junior high there was this outcast girl who didnt wear deoderant and did sort of stink. the girl bully smeared deoderant all over this weird girl's blue t shirt. 'now we won't have to SMELL you, you FREAK' the sad thing is that the girl didnt change her shirt. she didn't say a thing. she just took it with a blank stare.

while these taunts were seldom clever, they often suceeded in making other girls cry. i was never the taunter always the tauntee. my favorite [or perhaps most embarrassing and ridiculous] memory is from high school when a 'cool' senior girl started talking to me in the locker room when i was a freshman. i was thrilled. then she called her friends over to say 'look at her sweatpants! ARENT THEY SO TIGHT! THE LEGS ARE TAPERED!' followed by peels of laughter and what i felt was cruel and unnecessary punishment for lame sweatpants that i hadn't even realized were lame. never wore those sweatpants again.

(Prepares to suffer the envy and hatred of half of ILE)

Now, it may not seem like it now, but I was quite a shy lad during my teenage years, prone to stumbles and blushes. There was also a widely held belief at school that I was gay; which, lacking much in the way of wherewithal to defend myself and just wanting to be left the hell alone, I did nothing to dispel.

And so it came to pass that a group of the cool, athletic girls decided nothing could be funnier or more humiliating for me than to be forcibly dragged into the girls changing rooms. Wouldn't that be hilarious? He's shy! And probably gay! He'll be really embarrassed! It'll be hilarious! I'm not entirely sure what their reasoning was, but suffice to say that the flaunting of nude female bodies did not have entirely the effect on me that they were intending. I lost a little of my shyness after that, so thanks, girls.

I guess the reason why I didn't experience any of that, though, was becasue in my freshman year, I was with all the rest of the so-called "smart girls", and we all knew we were in the same boat, and in my sophomore year, I was mixed in with "smart girls", some of the student athletes, and some of the creative people, so I didn't get any hassle from them. Really, the people who did the terrorizing were the girls who weren't into anything, or who only did cheerleading for boys' schools.

Oh yeah, and the state of the locker room at school. That too. It still was NASTY.

GIRL 1: "You HIT HER with QUARTERS?"
GIRL 2: "Yeah"
GIRL 1: "Why?"
GIRL 2: "We were in the locker room.. and *begins to whisper twice as loud as her talking voice* I swear to god her nipples were THIS big!"
ALL GIRLS: "OMG OMG OMG LOL OMG OMG OMG!"
GIRL 1: "Did you hurt her?"
GIRL 2: "Nah. I did call her Quarter Nipples during track practice, though"
ALL GIRLS: "LOL LOL LOL LOL OMG"

And then a seagull overhead pooped on GIRL 2's head.

The other girls were OD'ing on the OMGing and the LOLing after that.

I grabbed my bus. They went on another bus.

End of story.

I bet you did.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=qi2Og-smQ8s

This girl's youtube was recommended to me by HER FATHER

I was looking for the thread where pictures of ILXors in high school were posted and found this instead. Win-win?

"Why aren't you wearing a bra yet?"

"psst..."

the opening of this thread is still hilarious to me

yeah it's about time to revive this again

um how many times have you revived this already?

5

four times before this one.

its for a spreadsheet i'm putting together

proxy revive for DJP

you the best

Dan, I bet your cootch can't stuff two turkeys like my goddess-like cavern! Eat it, girl.

I mean how is this not perfection