So maybe she was a fat dyke, Brittany thought morosely maybe she deserved the teasing. As though the fact that Brittany was bisexual made her fair game. Like the time Brittany had complained about being called a “fat dyke”: The school’s principal, looking pained, had suggested Brittany prepare herself for the next round of teasing with snappy comebacks – “I can lose the weight, but you’re stuck with your ugly face” – never acknowledging she had been called a “dyke.” As though that part was OK. Yet when it came to Brittany’s harassment, school officials usually told her to ignore it, always glossing over the sexually charged insults. The district maintained a comprehensive five-page anti-bullying policy, and held diversity trainings on racial and gender sensitivity. When she told administrators about the abuse, they were strangely unresponsive, even though bullying was a subject often discussed in school-board meetings. By age 13, she’d been taunted as a “cunt” and “cock muncher” long before such words had made much sense. Every Awful Thing Trump Has Promised to Do in a Second Termīrittany didn’t look like most girls in blue-collar Anoka, Minnesota, a former logging town on the Rum River, a conventional place that takes pride in its annual Halloween parade – it bills itself the “Halloween Capital of the World.” Brittany was a low-voiced, stocky girl who dressed in baggy jeans and her dad’s Marine Corps sweatshirts.
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