Dear Hasbeen,

I've just come across an interesting article in
"Psychology Today" as to why words can hurt at least\
as much as sticks and stones. We've seen examples from
the reactions of people like Adam Goodes, and many others.

Six revelations are given in the article about the
connection between emotional and physical pain. And it's
pointed out that "language has always mirrored the connection
between emotion and physical pain."

We're reminded that we suffer from "broken hearts," as well
as bones and speak of "bruised feelings" along with toes.

And we're reminded that all this seems intuitively right
because we recognise the common basis of the pain we
experience, whether a throbbing headache or the pain of
missing someone so much that you ache.

The article asks - "Is there really anyone out there who
actually believes the line, "Sticks and stones may break
my bones but words can never hurt me?" Look at the number
of suicides that occur by men and young boys.

There's more on the harm that words can inflict at the
following. It's worth a read:

http://www.psychologytoday.com/au/blog/tech-support/201308/why-words-can-hurt-least-much-sticks-and-stones

Dear Hasby Baby

Agreed matey.

We REAL men reckon all this humanitarian concern for minorities is but a lefty, lisping, latte drinken conspiracy, spread by communist agitators and fifth columnists not to mention the climate change clitoratti.

Cruxifiction is too good for um.

Grunt Uuummm!

I think it's wonderful.
The more she keeps ignoring me, the more she stuffs up.
Hey Oh, self proclaimed wise one, if you're even close to being right, how come, (as much as you'd like it) with all the shtick I put up with growing up, I'm still here, and haven't committed suicide yet, nor am I likely to.
And what's more, I don't go and cringe in the corner every time some clown or smart arse comes at me with their low-brow, left leaning vitriol and abuse.
NO, it's because I did not go down that pansy path you are pushing.
I'm still here, and every time some shmuck tries it on I come back with whatever it takes to put them back in their pathetic place.
Now as for those piss-weak enough to take the gutless way out and top em'selves, too bad, they should have just shrugged it off like I do, because to do otherwise shows that they were weak and the aggressor won on the day.
You see this is why you and people like you are dangerous.
You want to bring down the strong to the level of the weak.
I, on the other hand promote the opposite.
My way, people will be on guard throughout life, for any signs of being taken advantage of, and will front the problem head on, even shirt fronting the perpetrator, if necessary.
You know, it isn't a very big leap to imagine your agenda to be that of the elite, working towards a one world order/government.
Keep it up little girl, you're doing the bidding of some dastardly, despicable and downright evil men.
I wonder if now you are feeling so proud of yourself, having been awaken to this little ditty of a revelation

Dear Foxy,

A young lady recently described my beloved adopted state of South Australia (or at least Adelaide), as a 'sh!thole.' Being made of tougher stuff than the effete and sexually-ambiguous eastern staters, Croweaters (as far as I can tell) just laugh and say, "Yeah, but it's OUR sh!thole."

In other words, we can tolerate different viewpoints, and laugh off any piddly insult. After all, we have the best beaches and most picturesque mountains close to the city, faster traffic, cheaper housing, and ........

On second thoughts, she was right ! You ignorant others, please stay away ! Bugger off ! Leave our treasures to us.

Sticks and stones, Foxy .....

Joe

Another of Foxy's failed attempts to win a point, but end up shooting herself in the foot.
Upon reading the link, another of the long list she so annoyingly keeps producing, I find that the key statement that both her and the author hang their convictions on are, as usual, mis-placed and incorrect.
Wrong.
Fail.
The author asks, "Is there anyone out there who actually believes the line, 'sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me'"? Then she has the nerve and arrogant impudence to answer her own stupid question, with, "I somehow doubt it".
Lady who gives a crap about what you think, your supposed to be reporting a scientific fact, not adding your mis-informed subjective personal view.
So to answer this person; Well I have news for you and your impudent lot, yes there are such people out there, and they are mature pragmatic people with an objective outlook on life and not prone to pansyism like her and anyone who believes her tripe.
I am only one of billions who should take offence at such a charge but knowing who the proponents are, I refrain with a thought of pity and a suggestion to seek help, rather than attack them physically for attacking people like me in the first place.
So to follow Foxy and co's line of thinking, they could be right because words CAN hurt you as in this case.
They have used words to insult me and Billions of MEN, we in turn respond by breaking a few of their bones.
I get it now, sorry Foxy, I don't know why I didn't see it sooner.
You just might have something there.
NOT!

Joe,

Well there you go Joe... the example you gave of words
not hurting was not personal. I wasn't about you or
directed at you personally. It was about the city
of Adelaide.

But words when directed at you personally can and do
hurt. Ask Adam Goodes, Marcia Langdon, Andrew Bolt,
to name just a few.

Words and personal attacks can
stick with us far beyond the time of their telling.
You have reacted to some things on this very forum that
you found "disgusting". As have many of us.

When I was in High School because of my European name
and hard to pronounce surname, the fact that I was tall
and slender and good looking (not the usual
Aussie) my peers (girls) didn't look very kindly at me
at first.

They insulted me with words and laughter and I
believed the things they said. So I tried so hard to be
like them. To be accepted. I let their words affect my
self-perception. That changed of course under the influence
of a very perceptive English teacher - who made me
class prefect and gave me authority - and instilled in
me the love of Shakespeare and English Literature.

I never looked back.