Pork Chop

[Du5t1n 57]

http://www.upworthy.com/bullies-called-him-pork-chop-he-took-that-pain-with-him-and-then-cooked-it-into?g=3

[Knuckle 484]

Re-tweeted and shared on facebook. Thanks for posting Dustin!

[Sahaqiel 1232]

This was wonderful. Thanks for sharing this, Dustin.

[PrimaGaga 1025]

But Porkchop is a cool name and he has a cool story to go along with it?

Like i couldnt even finish the video. Honestly if that name was so tormenting that it inspired him to make this, then imagine wut he couldve done with actual torment.

[Michael 290]

But Porkchop is a cool name and he has a cool story to go along with it?

Like i couldnt even finish the video. Honestly if that name was so tormenting that it inspired him to make this, then imagine wut he couldve done with actual torment.

 

Because he didn't like being called pork chop. Just because you think it is cool, doesn't mean it was for him.

[pheonix561 2080]

Phanny I'm going to go ahead and keep calling you phanny

[PrimaGaga 1025]

Phanny I'm going to go ahead and keep calling you phanny

wouldnt have it any other way

Because he didn't like being called pork chop. Just because you think it is cool, doesn't mean it was for him.

its called growing up and dealing with the real world. Not everything is controllable and to cry over things that arent is pathetic.

[Fierce Muffin 490]

This was pretty fantastic. Not only is the message so necessary for some people to hear, whether they be the bully or the bullied, the art and animation for the entire video is phenomenal. I'm amazed by how this all came together into this beautiful work of art.

 

"We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them", my favorite line from the video, it just reminds me of all the Adam Sandler movies where he's always the underdog that I used to love watching.

 

 

Here we see another thread where Pheonix completely disregards the thread, which is surprising since the video is artistic as bananas. Also, Phanta, you completely missed the point of the video and the fact that he was in 3rd grade when this happened. You can't tell a 3rd grader to grow up. : /

[pheonix561 2080]

I was too distracted by Phanny's comment to remember to mention that I liked the video.

I liked the video.

[PrimaGaga 1025]

 Also, Phanta, you completely missed the point of the video and the fact that he was in 3rd grade when this happened. You can't tell a 3rd grader to grow up. : /

oh i guess so. I guess i missed that part. I assumed he was in middle school when this story happened. But when he said "to this day i hate pork chops" i still think he needs to grow up.

[Fierce Muffin 490]

I was too distracted by Phanny's comment to remember to mention that I liked the video.

I liked the video.

 

This is exactly how to discuss a video with someone. I'm glad the Pheonix I once knew has turned into this poor excuse of a person. : /

 

 

Now, you said you couldn't even finish the whole video, Phanta, is this still true? Because if so, watch the whole video. I don't see the point in trying to discuss the video with someone that hasn't even finished the subject of the thread.

[Chase 390]

Interesting.

[DR SHRUBBERY! 1095]

Phanta watch the whole damn video.

[pheonix561 2080]

Good Lord, Muffin, if I knew you wanted to discuss the video this badly then I would have said something more indepth about it to begin with. Every week I post three or four short films from my animation class in the talk thread and no one but teto says anything about it.

Yes, there's a lot to be said for "growing up," and standing up for yourself and learning to be okay with yourself despite your shortcomings, or more importantly, what people think of you. That said, it's easier said than done. Learning the entire mindset of being okay with who you are, especially when everyone around you seems to want you not to be, can be one of the most difficult obstacles you'll ever face. After all, when someone is being bullied like that, who among their peers are they supposed to turn to for help, if anyone? Bullying can be detrimental to a person. So it's always a good thing to hear from someone who managed to get past the negative identity they got themselves stuck with from going through that experience, and a big part of me is really happy that a quality studio decided to work with it. I like the support that comes from that.

If any of you guys are really that into animated poetry videos, you might like this one. It's about science and it rhymes and it's also good.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Ry140q1a6A

(You should watch it in full screen)

And here's the lyrics, which I like, if you're interested:

North London top floor flat
All white walls, white carpet, white cat,
Rice paper partitions
Modern art and ambition
The host's a physician,
Bright bloke, has his own practice
His girlfriend's an actress
An old mate of ours from home
And they're always great fun.
So to dinner we've come.

 

The fifth guest is an unknown,
The hosts have just thrown
Us together as a favor
'cause this girl's just arrived from Australia
And she's moved to North London
And she's the sister of someone
Or has some connection.

 

As we make introductions
I'm struck by her beauty
She's irrefutably fair
With dark eyes and dark hair
But as she sits
I admit I'm a little bit wary
'cause I notice the tip of the wing of a fairy
Tattooed on that popular area
Just above the derrière
And when she says "I'm Sagittarian"
I confess a pigeonhole starts to form
And is immediately filled with pigeon
When she says her name is "Storm".

 

Conversation is initially bright and light-hearted
But it's not long before Storm gets started:
"You can't know anything,
Knowledge is merely opinion"
She opines, over her Cabernet Sauvignon
Vis-à-vis
Some un-hippily
Empirical comment made by me

 

"Not a good start" I think
We're only on pre-dinner drinks
And across the room, my wife
Widens her eyes
Silently begs me, 'Be nice...'
A matrimonial warning
Not worth ignoring
So I resist the urge to ask Storm
Whether knowledge is so loose-weave
Of a morning
When deciding whether to leave
Her apartment by the front door
Or a window on her second floor.

 

The food is delicious and Storm,
Whilst avoiding all meat
Happily sits and eats
As the good doctor, slightly pissedly
Holds court on some anachronistic aspect of medical history
When Storm suddenly insists
"But the human body is a mystery!
Science just falls in a hole
When it tries to explain the nature of the soul."

 

My hostess throws me a glance
She, like my wife, knows there's a chance
I'll be off on one of my rare but fun rants
But I shan't- my lips are sealed.
I just want to enjoy the meal
And although Storm is starting to get my goat
I have no intention of rocking the boat,
Although it's becoming a bit of a wrestle
Because like her meteorological namesake -
Storm has no such concerns for our vessel:

 

"Pharmaceutical companies are the enemy
They promote drug dependency
At the cost of the natural remedies
That are all our bodies need
They are immoral and driven by greed.
Why take drugs
When herbs can solve it?
Why use chemicals
When homeopathic solvents
Can resolve it?
I think it's time we all return to live
With natural medical alternatives."
 

And try as I like,
A small crack appears
In my diplomacy dike.
"By definition", I begin
"Alternative Medicine", I continue
"Has either not been proved to work,
Or been proved not to work.
Do you know what they call "alternative medicine"
That's been proved to work?
Medicine."

 

"So you don't believe
In ANY natural remedies?"

 

"On the contrary, Storm, actually:
Before we came to tea,
I took a natural remedy
Derived from the bark of a willow tree
A painkiller virtually side-effect free
It's got a weird name,
Darling, what was it again?
Ma-ma-masprin?
Basprin?
Oh, yeah, Aspirin!
Which I paid about a buck for
Down at the local drugstore.

 

The debate briefly abates
As my hosts collect plates
but as they return with desserts
Storm pertly asserts,

 

"Shakespeare said it first:
There are more things in heaven and earth
Than exist in your philosophy
Science is just how we're trained to look at reality,
It doesn't explain love or spirituality.
How does science explain psychics?
Auras; the afterlife; the power of prayer?"

 

I'm becoming aware
That I'm staring,
I'm like a rabbit suddenly trapped
In the blinding headlights of vacuous crap.
Maybe it's the Hamlet she just mis-quothed
Or the sixth glass of wine I just quaffed
But my diplomacy dike groans
And the arsehole held back by its stones
Can be held back no more:

 

"Look, uh, Storm, sorry I don't mean to bore you
But there's no such thing as an aura!
Reading auras is like reading minds
Or tea-leaves or star-signs or meridian lines
These people aren't plying a skill,
They are either lying or mentally ill.
Same goes for people who claim to hear God's demands
And spiritual healers who think they've got magic hands.

 

By the way,
Why do we think it's OK
For people to pretend they can talk to the dead?
Isn't that totally puppyed in the head
Lying to some crying woman whose child has died
And telling her you're in touch with the other side?
I think that's fundamentally sick
Do we need to clarify here that there's no such thing as a psychic?
What, are we puppying two?
Do we actually think that Horton heard a Who?
Do we still believe that Santa brings us gifts?
That Michael Jackson didn't had facelifts?
Are we still so stunned by circus tricks
That we think that the dead would
Wanna talk to pricks
Like John Edward?

 

Storm to her credit despite my derision
Keeps firing off clichés with startling precision
Like a sniper using bollocks for ammunition

 

"You're so sure of your position
But you're just closed-minded
I think you'll find
Your faith in science and tests
Is just as blind
As the faith of any fundamentalist"

 

"Hmm that's a good point, let me think for a bit
Oh wait, my mistake, that's absolute bullshit.
Science adjusts its views based on what's observed
Faith is the denial of observation so that belief can be preserved.
If you show me
That, say, homeopathy works,
Then I will change my mind
I will spin on a puppying dime
I'll be embarrassed as hell,
But I will run through the streets yelling
It's a miracle! Take physics and bin it!
Water has memory!
And whilst its memory of a long lost drop of onion juice is infinite
It somehow forgets all the poo it's had in it!

 

You show me that it works and how it works
And when I've recovered from the shock
I will take a compass and carve "Fancy That" on the side of my cock."

 

Everyone's just staring now,
But I'm pretty pissed and I've dug this far down,
So I figure, in for a penny, in for a pound:

 

"Life is full of mystery, yeah,
But there are answers out there
And they won't be found
By people sitting around
Looking serious
And saying isn't life mysterious?
Let's sit here and hope
Let's call up the puppying Pope
Let's go watch Oprah
Interview Deepak Chopra

 

If you must watch telly, you should watch Scooby Doo.
That show was so cool
because every time there was a church with a ghoul
Or a ghost in a school
They looked beneath the mask and what was inside?
The puppying janitor or the dude who ran the water-slide.
Because throughout history
Every mystery
EVER solved has turned out to be
NOT magic.

 

Does the idea that there might be knowledge
Frighten you?
Does the idea that one afternoon
On Wiki-puppying-pedia might enlighten you
Frighten you?
Does the notion that there may not be a supernatural
So blow your hippy noodle
That you would rather just stand in the fog
Of your inability to Google?

 

Isn't THIS enough?
Just.. this.. world?
Just this.. beautiful, complex
Wonderfully unfathomable.. natural.. world?
How does it so fail to hold our attention
That we have to diminish it with the invention
Of cheap, man-made myths and monsters?
If you're so into your Shakespeare
Lend me your ear:
"To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw perfume on the violet, is just puppying silly"
Or something like that.
Or what about Satchmo?!
"I see trees of green,
Red roses too",
And fine, if you wish to
Glorify Krishna and Vishnu
In a post-colonial, condescending
Bottled-up and labeled kind of way
Then whatever, that's ok.
But here's what gives me a hard-on:
I am a tiny, insignificant, ignorant bit of carbon.
I have one life, and it is short
And unimportant
But thanks to recent scientific advances
I get to live twice as long as my great great great uncle-es and aunt-es.
Twice as long to live this life of mine
Twice as long to love this wife of mine
Twice as many years of friends and wine
Of sharing curries and getting shitty
At good-looking hippies
With fairies on their spines
And butterflies on their titties.

 

And if perchance I have offended
Think but this and all is mended:
We'd as well be 10 minutes back in time,
For all the chance you'll change your mind.

[Chase 390]

It doesn't sound to me like he got over it though. It sounds like he still has a chip on his shoulder. Hence why he hates pork chops. 

 

That's not to say there weren't some excellent points made in the video. It was very moving. Kids who get picked on need friends with kind words to build them up. They need support from family. They need love. 

 

I don't think that bullying is okay. But the word "bullying" tends to be thrown around a lot these days. I was picked on a lot when I was in school. I'm sure everyone here was at some point. But you move past that. He kept reiterating that words hurt worse (or just as much) as broken bones. And my response to that is: only if you let them. If your self-esteem is so low that you allow others to shape your personality and shape your emotions...that's rough. You have to learn to decipher the difference between legitimate criticism (you are fat and I feel for your health. Here are some healthy ways to lose weight. I'll go to the gym with you. etc.) to bullying (hey fatty. ugly. bitch. cunt. etc.) The former you need to be open to. The latter you need to develop an emotional wall to block that sort of stuff. If you allow it to control you, it leads to depression. Depression sucks because you take things that are small and shouldn't bother you (like someone saying they don't want to hang out with you) and turns it into this big thing and brings on suicide. 

 

I'm not saying depression isn't real (it is) and I'm not saying there aren't legitimate reasons to be depressed (there are), but if you're so depressed that it's leading you to suicide, you seriously, seriously need to nut up and reevaluate just how bad your life is and why you're allowing external factors to control your internal state of mind. It may seem like the world is against you, but you are NEVER alone. There is always someone ready to help if you seek them out and allow them to help. 

 

I know if anyone ever came to me, said they were contemplating suicide, I'd be there for them in an instant. I'm sure there are many, many more people like me out there. So you're never alone.