by Kate Lewis
Raise your hand if you have ever felt personally victimized by the BC Fashion Police.
Or by another Twitter account, or someone’s Facebook?
Or someone else, in real life, up close and personal?
To be honest, guys, I’m ashamed. I am embarrassed for my gender, for my age group, because of college-age kids— particularly girls— who think they can get away with being catty and shallow, online or otherwise.
I won’t mince words here. For the past few months, a few individuals here at BC have taken to Twitter to talk about me. Only one of them actually used my name, but it didn’t take too long to figure out who the others were referring to. I can’t be sure of their intentions, but I’m sure they’re not notifying all their followers when they spot me at Lower or in the Walsh elevator out of respect.
I’ve taken action and asked them to stop, but really, I shouldn’t have to. Nobody should. People who get picked on shouldn’t have to tell their offenders to bug off, because immature online actions like those shouldn’t exist outside of high school. They shouldn’t exist at a top-50 Jesuit university founded on the ideals of being a whole person and living to help others.
I mean, seriously. What’s up with that?
We all chose to come here—maybe not necessarily as a first choice, but still, something drove everyone here to pick Boston College. We all sat through the same spiels about the importance of giving back and human kindness, and we were all challenged to represent our school with that same spirit.
Did someone miss the memo here? Am I wrong to think that the “real BC girl” should be someone who encompasses the ideals that St. Ignatius gave to us?
Of course, I’m not saying that I’m perfect. I’ll admit that in my moments of weakness I’m not the kindest of people. There will always be those people who grind my gears, and if I’m in a foul mood I’ll say some mean things. But there’s a difference between saying mean things and being a mean person.
I’d like to think that we’re all adults here. I’d like to think that I can go to class or take a walk around campus, get a milkshake at Lower or take my laundry upstairs without being scrutinized. Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be the case. And frankly, that sucks.
Like N*SYNC once said, it’s just about respect. Be nice, people. Do unto others as you would have done to you. Recognize that we all worked hard to get to the same place, and for the most part, we’re all doing some pretty great stuff. And if you can’t, take a note from Bridesmaids and “talk about me behind my back like a normal person.”
And by the way, I love my monogrammed towels. They are awesome.