Emo Philips Quotes

I was teased horribly as a child and beaten up a lot.

The kids didn't call me Amy Schumer; they called me Amy Jewmer. One summer, I'll never forget this, all the kids took turns throwing handfuls of pennies at me. I know, I was like, 'Excuse me - this is awesome!

Being bullied is something I experienced in school, and it is not fun.

One of the things that pushed me over the edge was that people on the Left were calling me names. How many kicks in the teeth do you have to endure.

'Ders' is something I've been called since I was six by neighbors and stuff growing up.

I got teased my entire school life. What they were picking on I don't even understand.

When I got older, it got harder because when kids get older, they get meaner, so I went through a lot of bullying and people calling me, like, 'zebra' or 'cow,' so it was really hard growing up.

Yes, everybody has bullied me. They kept saying I was nasal and what not.

I was definitely teased and bullied in my junior school.

It was tough, so hard; it really was horrible when I was growing up. I was called so many names, all sorts.

Kids called me a cow and mooed at me.

It's my real name. My mother's name is Rose Rock. It was the worst name as a kid to have. They called me Piece of the Rock, Plymouth Rock, Joe Rockid, and Flintstones. Now they call me Mister Rock.

Sometimes the names were humiliating, deliberately so. Somebody would pick out your flaw. If you were little, they would call you Shorty. And if you were angry, they would call you the Devil.

Sticks and stones can break your bones, but names can kill you.

Growing up as a little kid, I wasn't always this size. I got picked on a lot.

It was a hard name having growing up as a child. Some kids would call me names like "Birbiglebug" and "Birbibliography" and "Faggot". Some were more clever than others.

A stick or a stone only stings for a minute. A name seems to hurt forever.

I was called such names as a kid. Being the smallest boy in the class with a name like Caroll. I remember going home and saying to my mom, 'What were you thinking?'

My sister used to say I had a frail chest and she 'd beat me up all the time.

It can be hard for the cute girl. I was blond, cute, broke. I was beat up. I was thrown inside lockers. I was burned with cigarettes. My hair was lit on fire.

Bullying, to me, starts very small around the kindergarten age where the first thing we learn is to call each other names. Something so small can be so long lasting in someone's life.

I got picked on a lot, even by teachers too. I liked to listen to musicals and bake, and my homeroom teacher found out and mocked me in front of the whole class for baking.

I paid for my name a lot when I was growing up because other kids teased me.

I want to say that nobody accuses their parents of abusing them without justification to do that. I didn't just make it up. A lot of things were true and abusive and horrible things that happened to me that my father did.

I would get bullied a lot. You know, it was the '70s and '80s, so it was a lot of racism back then towards Indian people. And it wasn't actual hatred, it was just that blind, 'Let's pick on that guy.' You know, and you've got to figure that I was a very small kid. And I had a big mouth, so I'm sure that didn't help.