Wear Pink Day? No Thanks
Friday, February 17, 2012 | by Steve Ferguson 
- Vancouver, British Columbia - I can see the hate mail piling up now (in of itself terribly ironic), so first let me be upfront and honest with all of you: I despise bullying. With all my heart I feel, what I feel, a justifiable anger toward bullies and boundless sympathy for the victims of such. All through elementary school I was bullied. While in Scouts, I was bullied to the point that I quit the program, after spending years enjoying it and wanting to be a life-time member. Granted, I rejoined later as an adult, but turned around and quit the program again when I found something I despised just as much: bureaucracy. I was an easy target being shy, tubby, and religious, and I paid for it emotionally. While in high school, my mom and I were picking up one of my younger brothers from school when we came across him being bullied by someone. I felt a growl in my throat and had to be restrained by my mom, who decided that she wanted the first shot.