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I'm not entirely sure how to react when my friends say stuff that offends me. Usually I either clam up and try to change the subject to something completely unrelated or hope that someone else does (for example, Andy's "Bros Before Hoes" Obama v. Clinton shirt; I found that pretty offensive, but being surrounded by guys I didn't think it would be wise to speak up and get picked on for the rest of the night), or I get snappy and get told that I'm overreacting.
Today Chris compared me, first, to a rhinoceros, and then to a hippopotamus, as apparently hippos are much more violent. Nick was going along with it, I think mostly because he likes to tease me, not necessarily because he was trying to be hurtful, but I'm pretty damn sure Chris was setting out to really piss me off. So I'm really glad that no one told me I was overreacting when I told him to go fuck himself and then left for class a half hour early, because if they had I think I would have started screaming. As it is, Chris is lucky I only slammed a glass on his arm instead of punching him in the face. (Yeah, I realize that's not helping dispel his analogy, but I rather think he deserves it anyway.)
You'd think it wouldn't bother me, but honestly I almost never hear people insulting me for or even pointing out my weight - usually I do that. Usually I try not to get offended when my friends make off-hand comments about fat girls or weight, since they're not usually aimed at me and I know they're not trying to make me feel bad, but I can't help but get pissed off when I'm being compared to a fucking hippo.
Today Chris compared me, first, to a rhinoceros, and then to a hippopotamus, as apparently hippos are much more violent. Nick was going along with it, I think mostly because he likes to tease me, not necessarily because he was trying to be hurtful, but I'm pretty damn sure Chris was setting out to really piss me off. So I'm really glad that no one told me I was overreacting when I told him to go fuck himself and then left for class a half hour early, because if they had I think I would have started screaming. As it is, Chris is lucky I only slammed a glass on his arm instead of punching him in the face. (Yeah, I realize that's not helping dispel his analogy, but I rather think he deserves it anyway.)
You'd think it wouldn't bother me, but honestly I almost never hear people insulting me for or even pointing out my weight - usually I do that. Usually I try not to get offended when my friends make off-hand comments about fat girls or weight, since they're not usually aimed at me and I know they're not trying to make me feel bad, but I can't help but get pissed off when I'm being compared to a fucking hippo.
