Sins of Omission: The No Jerks, No Assholes Rule

People are pretty cool in small numbers.

But put a bunch of them together and some of them will invariably start to act like jerks.  In young people, this jerkage often manifests itself in one or more acts of exclusion.  Sometimes it’s sitting apart from one designated outcast or another at lunch.  Sometimes it’s the issuance of semi-secret invitations to “I Hate So and So” clubs designed to create an sense of inclusion for some at the expense of others.  Sometimes what starts out as exclusion evolves into outright harassment or physical assault.

Some people just aren’t satisfied being a face in the crowd.  They need to be special.  And they will go to great measures to appear so.  Sometimes these actions have tragic results.  There is no debating that they cause unnecessary harm.  All in the name of being different.

Who gives a crap about being different?  And even if you do, acting like an asshole is a really stupid way to try be different.  Assholes are the white sheep of the herd.  They are a dime a dozen.  It reminds me of a joke I heard at the Safari Room in Winston-Salem back in the seventies.  Do you know why you see more white sheep than black sheep?  Because there are more of ‘em.  In my inebriated state, I thought that was the funniest joke ever.

But it turns out it wasn’t.  And neither is unkindness towards others.

nojerks This age old desire to be different manifests itself in various ways.  Sometimes in positive ways, like hard work, good deeds, etc.  Other times it manifests itself in hurtful ways.  If you knock someone down, you have created a sense of separation.  They are down, you are still up.  It’s not as noble as separation via positive actions, but it’s also not as hard to accomplish.  Obviously, we should denounce those who knock others down to create this false sense of separation, but shouldn’t we also denounce those who stand by and let it happen without taking a stand against it?  These silent conspirators think they are benefitting from the system, but in reality they are pawns too.

There is an irresistible impulse for a crowd to rank itself based on one criteria or another.  The allegedly powerful rank themselves near the top of the list.  The truly powerful pick the criteria on which the list is based.  It’s a messed up system where a few benefit at the expense of many.

People who let others be assholes are like those who wear sunglasses indoors.  They either have vision problems or are assholes themselves.

And this problem isn’t limited to the school yard.  The internet is full of new playgrounds.

The school yard bullies grow old, if not up, and some of them migrate to the various online applications, where the world wild web and perceived sense of anonymity further emboldens them by increasing the victim pool and making all the victims seem faceless.  But they aren’t faceless, and those of us who witness this sort of behavior online and do nothing are just as culpable as those who stand idly by while it happens at recess.

I see this crap happening all over the internet, in one form or another.  There are minor-jerks who work tirelessly to create some sort of caste system within the various online locales.  There are those who want to create false measures of value and watch as others fight for a place in their self-serving hierarchy.  There are medium-jerks who want to dominate the so-called social networks with their private conversations like actors in some theater of the ego.  And there are major jerks who are simply rude and hateful to others.  I have noted many examples of all of the foregoing, as has anyone who has spent significant time online.

And it’s wrong.  And it should not be tolerated.  I say we enact and communally enforce a no jerks, no assholes rule.

Who’s with me?

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  • http://omegamom.com/ OmegaMom

    I try, but sometimes just get swept up in things.Part of the problem is that the jerks aren’t trying to be different–they’re trying to be part of a group. It’s a group dynamic, akin to the Kitty Genovese situation, where the inertia of the crowd–whether to ignore, as in the Genovese case, or to pile on, as in all these bullying cases–sweeps everybody on. So the call should be: Be different! Don’t be part of the herd! Don’t join the mob!I worry that (a) this will happen to my dotter, or (b) that she will be one of the ones doing it…

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/05268190745887737505 Kent

    I have experienced both sides of the equation with my girls. The problem is that girls are subtle and it’s hard to tell from any distance at all what is really going on. On one occasion, I was convinced that my daughter was the excluded one, only to find out on further exploration that it was a rotating thing based on a group of girls with strong and similar personalities. I just try to remind them to be the hero and take a stand against hurtful behavior. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.

  • KG

    Kent, I’m reminiscing with a friend about the Safari Room.  Can you tell me where it was located?  I’ve heard about it but don’t know where it was.  Just curious.  Wasn’t there a crime of some sort that took place there ‘way back when”?

  • http://www.newsome.org Kent Newsome

    It’s been a long time, but as I recall, it was in a strip center on whatever road we took from campus to the football stadium.  Past the street where you turned left to go to TOG, through an intersection and on the right.  I bartended there for a while and hung out there for a longer while.  Great place.  I don’t know anything about a crime, but it’s certainly possible. 

  • Brownlfl

    Interesting. I got an “Ask the Librarian” question about this today from “KFG”, who I’m betting is “KG” here.

    Here’s what I know so far. The Trophy Room opened in the College Plaza Shopping Center directly across the street from the Coliseum and a stone’s throw from the Tavern on the Green, in 1967. As I recall, Will Reynolds was a partner, and it was his trophies that were displayed there. This is confirmed by an article in the Journal and a notice in Wake Forest Magazine that appeared at the time of Will’s death in 2009. Both articles referred to the trophy Room as a “pizza parlor”. I do not remember that aspect, but I only went there a couple of times.

    In 1972, the place changed hands and was renamed The Safari Room. It is not clear when that business closed. It is not listed in the city directories after 1976, but is still listed in the white and yellow pages of the phone book through 1979.

    I found two federal tax liens, one issued in 1973 against Trophy Room, Inc. for a total of $2025.60 for the tax period ending 12/31/1971, and one in 1975 against Bva Enterprises, Inc., dba Safari Room, for $1739.83 for the tax period ending 3/31/1975.

    I was away from Winston-Salem from 1967 through 1975, but there is a faint buzz in my head about a shooting at the Trophy Room, but nothing clear. that might be the reason for the name change in 1972. There is nothing in our vertical files. I have put out the word to my usual suspects. We will see if anything comes back.

    Fam Brownlee, Jr.
    NC Room, Central Branch
    Forsyth County Public Library