I was a day camp bully

23 Nov

Hi, my name is Tootsie Woo and I was a day camp bully.

In my childhood I had three distinct identities. I’m told that those with multiple personality disorder aren’t aware of it so I think therefore I’m safe… Each identity was based off of the environment I was in and each was a different side of me that needed help expressing itself…

1. Tootsie the Meek: There was the me of elementary school who was entirely timid and self-conscious and who would base all of her decisions off of her current best friend. I hated my time at school because I felt awkward and invisible at the same time. I was the stereotypical loser (a trait I now proudly anouce) with a nickname to boot. Want to hear it? Of course you do, asshole,  it was Cuppy. Why, you ask? The legend went that I had gotten my first cup bra and had told someone about it, an evil ex-friend. At that age I sported the Limited Too training bra so that accusation was ridiculous but now I look onto those flat-chested wangs that called me Cuppy and only feel pity when they pump my gas for me and drool over my glorious ta-tas.

2. Tootsie the Rebel: Then there was the Tootsie of religious school. I don’t want to make this about religion so lets just say that I prayed at the Church of Peanut Butter (which is the only religion I ascribe to these days) and I had to take classes there where I read from our holy book of P and B twice a week since I was 5. There I was… AWESOME, as is our lord, Peanut Butter. All my friends were there and, seeing as we went to different elementary schools, we were always excited to meet up for these unintentional hang-out sessions. My friends and I would sneak away to the bathroom during class to do hood rat stuff…or to do each others hair while eating soft pretzels we stole from the high priest of Peanuts. It was such a departure from my life at school and made me feel like such a ten year old bad-ass. I even had two taller friends that I would make walk on each side of me like body guards.

3. Tootsie the Bully: And finally, there was day camp where I was Miss Woo and ran the whole damn show. I was: a day camp bully. I am equal parts proud and horrified when I think of my behavior at camp. I went there from ages 4 to 12 so I knew my camp-mates more than any of the jags I went to school with. There was Trish, who was obsessed with bugs (now she would probably be diagnosed with a learning disability…but she was just quirky then), 4 girls named Rachel, and a random British girl who would be shipped off to rural Pennsylvania every summer as per her divorced parents agreement (divorce was weird and unknown then). Then there was this one girl at camp that I never got along with. Of course, there’s always that girl. She was a whiny little bitch who’s dad worked at the camp so she would always get preferential treatment and camp Woo would not stand for it. I invented a game to show my dislike for this girl. It was called Hair and it was like tag but you played it in the pool and if Hair tagged you you would join her until everyone was Hair. Hair, naturally, represented this girl and I was very open about that fact. And though Hair was the pinnacle of awfulness and bitchery on my part, my most memorable moment was when another mean girl in my bunk slapped me across the face (it was an obvious power play) and I grabbed the broom off the wall and chased her around camp with it for a half an hour. Those were the days.

Luckily my three identities eventually merged and balanced out a bit. I tend to give people the impression of meekness because I know my capacity for meanness when I feel threatened and I don’t like people to know that about me. But when the game is on you better “hide your kids, hide your wife” and pray there isn’t a broom in reach because I know how to use it.

7 Responses to “I was a day camp bully”

  1. Oh God, My Wife Is German November 23, 2011 at 6:00 pm #

    Awesome post! Thank you for sharing!

    I will follow your blog for sure.

    • tootsiewoo November 23, 2011 at 10:34 pm #

      Thank YOU!! Your comment was in my spam section by I rescued it!! LOVE your blog by the by:)

  2. mooselicker November 23, 2011 at 6:11 pm #

    This feels like more of a story about survival than anything else. I applaud your ability to adapt to the situation. I was always a coward as a little boy but then decided to become a bully later on. Everyone else who was bullied saw me as their hero. Then we graduated high school and it was all for nothing. Oh well, I had a good year or two run as The People’s Bully.

    • tootsiewoo November 23, 2011 at 9:53 pm #

      Yeah, I guess it was:) and I’m sure you agree that being both the bullied and the bully teaches you how to take charge of your life and be kind of invincible in a way. And I personally don’t like people who have had it too easy and haven’t had their ass kicked a few times. They piss me off.

      I am currently scratching my dogs butt and he is LOVING it. He will not let me stop!

      • mooselicker November 25, 2011 at 11:28 am #

        I’ll never get why dogs love that so much….

  3. whenthingsunfinish November 29, 2011 at 12:15 am #

    So those girls that made fun of your training bra in elementary school were lesbians?

    • tootsiewoo November 29, 2011 at 12:22 am #

      No, they were female impersonators. Or both?

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