The Virtues of Being Bullied  Lee Hirsch's much-discussed film,
Bully, is a great document of this moment in anti-bullying
discourse. It reiterates what the compassionate know and the
apathetic need to hear: bullying is bad and kids are killing
themselves in response.  Bully is moving, sometimes consciously
and often inherently. Aside from the three kids who tell their
stories (Alex, Kelby and Ja'Meya), there are two accounts from
the parents of kids who've killed themselves. Though a motif of
hope emerges toward the end of the documentary, the tone of the
film is predictably somber. Really, it would have been hard for
it to be any other way. The black-and-white insistence is
warranted: Bullying is bad. Down with bullying.  But bullying
was good for me.  If I could go back and revise my adolescent
experience, I wouldn't. I'm glad it happened. As bad as it was,
it was also good, and not just in It-Gets-Better retrospect. It
was good then. It directly enriched my life. It shaped me. Don't
get me wrong, I'm no m