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To think that the bullying culture on MN can be a bit much....

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tjah04 Thu 04-Oct-12 08:50:11

Having been a member of MN since 2003 I have seen and read some disgusting comments from other members particuarly on this board.

I am starting to think that some of these people must be very sad and insecure.

Some of the names that are called are disgusting and I am sure that these people would never go up to someone in RL and call them that.

And do not get me started on the "I am better than you because I can spell" attitude which seems to be the final insult if all else fails.

Other comments include

"troll" "Oh not another thread" etc.

It is cyber bullying at the end of the day and as mothers shouldn't we all just grow up a bit? The MN team do a great job of deleting such posts but often the OP has seen it and the damage is already done.

LaQueen Thu 04-Oct-12 21:13:47

Message withdrawn at poster's request.

Toughasoldboots Thu 04-Oct-12 21:14:47

What have I accused you of? You are taking this too personally and focussing on me, completely disregarding the many other posters who have given up trying to discuss what I have been banging on about.
Posters get so sick of the constant futile replies that they give up.
Which is what you want.
They've all cleared off because they can't be bothered anymore.

SuePurblybilt Thu 04-Oct-12 21:14:56

Speaking of Lidl, I bought mini panettone there for 99p today, in wee gift boxes. Well, they have a ribbon on. Teacher's gifts. Got that from the Christmas thread, I did. My gift to you now, even the unfunners.

Hullygully Thu 04-Oct-12 21:15:10

LaQ, you are gracious.

Respec' to you too.

Hullygully Thu 04-Oct-12 21:15:49

yum yum panetony

SuePurblybilt Thu 04-Oct-12 21:16:47

Leaping and demanding, as I said. <looks concerned>

but I cba with you any more tbh, I am waltzing. Don't bother me now, they're tricky steps.

Toughasoldboots Thu 04-Oct-12 21:17:24

I thought my lidl retort was quite funny actually but once cast as an unfunny, always one.

TuftyFinch Thu 04-Oct-12 21:19:17

I'm going tomorrow Sue to get a sander if they've still got them. I'll keep my eye out for those panettones with ribbons too. How exciting.
So, nearly at 1000 posts. What else to say?

SuePurblybilt Thu 04-Oct-12 21:21:10

What are you sanding AND painting, Tufty? Major works up your end?

usualsuspect3 Thu 04-Oct-12 21:21:46

All this cliquing, ilking and bullying has made MN slowdown again.

scottishmummy Thu 04-Oct-12 21:23:39

the only cross the lines bullying I've seen has been in feminism topics
but that's all resolved now that mnhq intervened
I'd say yes mn gets pacey and bit riposte but overall stays on right side of line

TuftyFinch Thu 04-Oct-12 21:25:13

Sanding the floors paintingvthevwalls. We bought a dilapidous house that needs many a thing doing. Now I am the redundant one I shall attempt the works myself. Do you think self levelling concrete is a good idea? I plan to put pretty stones in it and polish it. My Mum'S response was 'concrete? I thought you'd get some nice tiles' that and: 'it'll be nice when it's done'. She's been saying that for nearly 2 years. Bless her.

Chubfuddler Thu 04-Oct-12 21:25:26

Actually I laughed out loud at the lidl comment.

SuePurblybilt Thu 04-Oct-12 21:27:26

I should think self-levelling is the only kind worth having. How does the rest level - have you to poke it or sweep it or something?
Polished concrete can look lovely though.

FunnysInLaJardin Thu 04-Oct-12 21:27:29

well I never. I have left work, gone to the gym, collected DS1 from Karate, put the DC 'to bed', made dinner and now having eaten dinner I realised you are all still going round in circles about the same old shite.

I love 'For the love of Andre' though.

Plus the cat has fleas. FFS

Oh and BIWI on other sites if you are not bright enough to understand intonation in a post you have to post copious 'lols hun' and lots of these :-) which I have never ever done before. They can also be used in the PA sense :-) :-( ;-) :-( :-O :-? ;@)

24Hours Thu 04-Oct-12 21:34:24


scottishmummy Thu 04-Oct-12 21:36:52

what a multitasker done all that and still got time for lame quips
imagine What you could do when trying to be funny.such a crushing shame for you
if mn just goes round in circles - maybe its your concentration?

AnOldieButNotSoGoody Thu 04-Oct-12 21:37:26

What's that ;@) a pig?

NolaFfing Thu 04-Oct-12 21:38:18

Aw scottishmummy. There's only 8 posts left to in on this thread. We were so close. sad

TuftyFinch Thu 04-Oct-12 21:40:04

I don't really know Sue. You can all come and watch me drown my house in concrete if you like. As a decorator I think i'm akin to a pig being asked to mend a watch but it'll keep me out of the way of the egg politics going on round these parts.
Now, I'm off to drink wine with the neighbour who's coming round totalk about what todo about the real life bullying of her DS.
Tough: you have baffled me on this thread. I really don't know why you have persidted in arguing about well,nothing. Really it was allabout nothing. In your position, on a thread about nothing I'd have gone 'oh, fuck it do you know what i'mjust being a silly arse and either bugered off or had a bit of a chat. life is seroius enough really isn't it? I think everyone on here was being quite mgnanimous and nice really. nyway. i'm off but I'll leave you with this.
Love you all. Well. Sort of.

The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

By T.S. Eliot

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question. . . 10
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20
And seeing that it was a soft October night
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— 40
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all;
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 60
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets 70
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? . . .

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep . . . tired . . . or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 80
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet–and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while, 90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say, "That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all."

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while, 100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all." 110
. . . . .

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old . . . I grow old . . . 120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown 130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

LemarchandsBox Thu 04-Oct-12 21:40:54

Message withdrawn at poster's request.

ScrambledSmegs Thu 04-Oct-12 21:41:48

shock This is still here?

Lovedong <snurk> I may have to revisit Eliot grin

Hullygully Thu 04-Oct-12 21:42:54

He was fucking brilliant ol TS <weeps>

scottishmummy Thu 04-Oct-12 21:43:16

the humphy faces are def passive aggressive
if you're happy to feed your dc chemical slurry from mcburgrers,that's up to youwink
and biscuitthe biscuit is code for fuck off

FunnysInLaJardin Thu 04-Oct-12 21:43:18

if that was aimed at me sm you are right. I am fab

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