Thanks.
Good article and good advice. Thanks to your dad for his service and teaching his little girl right.
Excellent.
Thanks. Just reading it made me feel more empowered.
I've led a very sheltered life, and I've never had a "fight" in my 65 years. But I hope and pray that, if need be, I'd have the courage to do exactly as your dad so wisely taught you.
My dad then would show me a little boxing every few weeks. He also installed a heavy bag in the garage.
I never lost a fight with anyone, not that I fought very much, only when I had to. As a 15 year old, I broke one bully's arm by blocking a roundhouse punch right on his arm from which a cast had been recently removed. He was twice my size. And I can assure you my teen years were peaceful. No one messed with me, and I never had to fight a bully again, and have faced down many, without fighting, as a matter of periodic professional employment where that sort of thing may be needed.
My family is of Irish stock. My Uncles all had really fast hands, and encouraged me.
I passed it on to my son.And he too lived a peaceful teen life after marking his personal bully. I think it is a right of passage.
Thanks Dad!
In US public schools, a child can be suspended or expelled for fighting back bullies...
"3. Talk Some Sh!t
Nothing will rattle your opponent faster than you screaming a steady stream of s*** at him while you’re engaged in combat. The crazier you sound the better. If you can’t think of anything tough to yell, yell nonsense like, “I’m going to eat your eyes!” If you can’t think of any nonsense to yell, just plain scream. The second your opponent suspects that you’re a freaking lunatic he’s going to get scared. Fear causes people to make mistakes."
That is a yankee thing, in the south we go quiet, and proceed to fight to the death.
As every proper lady should.
And Iraq Study Groups.
Your opponent is trying to hurt you, so don’t let some silly moral argument prevent you from kicking the little b****rd in the nuts.
Now, James Baker and Colin Powell would NEVER approve of that. Its all your fault the bullies are angry at you. You must dialogue with the bullies if you want a "comprehensive solution" to their bullying. :-)
When I was about 8 years old I was picked on by a much bigger, larger kid. I fought back but still had trouble with him.
One day I saw his younger brother who was my size and my age. I shoved him against a chain link fence and requested that he tell their parents that every time his brother jumped me I would track him down and stomp a mud puddle in HIS a**.
His brother never bothered me again.
They talked some s**t for a while, but finally left. As a group, they could be sure they could take me. As individuals, they could be certain that I would kill the first one to come within reach of me.
Nobody wanted to be first.
If want to learn how to fight, start with watching the UFC ("Ultimate Fighting Championship") programs. That will show you what actually works in a fight, as opposed to what works in theory. Then practice what works.
Damn! I am reading the rest of her blog. She is the type of gal I would want beside me in dark alley. :-)
Excellent article.. All fathers should do the same especially those fathers with little girls.. Many boys are already testoserone enabled..
At one point, the instructors told the girls that they wanted them to lie down with the eyes closed, to respond to an attack. One of the mothers questioned why that was necessary, and I reminded her that many women are awakened from a sound sleep by someone intent on rape, and that they need to have the skills imbedded to respond in an instant. I'm amazed the woman hadn't even considered that; maybe she'd always lived in a safe place and hadn't heard of that happening, but it happened several times when SirKit and I were living in Tallahassee. Maybe college towns are more notorious for men crawling in windows and attacking young women while they're sleeping.
Now that'll unnerve your opponent!
We lived in Hawaii for kindergarten and 1st grade. The kid next door was in 6th grade. He was alway picking on me. Pretty easy for a 6th grade kid to pick on a kindergarten kid. He went too far one day and grabbed me from behind. My arms were pinned, but we were both barefoot. I took my large toe nail and laid the top of his foot open like a cut with a knife. He let go and bent down far enough for me to punch him in the nose. That ended the bullying.
We moved to Federal Way, WA for 3rd grade. The kid across the street was pounding on my every day from the bus stop until I arrived at my front door. A week before we were due to move, he advantage of my position on the ground. He picked up a large truck tire (no wheel) and threw it down hard on my head. I lost my composure and delivered a single upper cut to his jaw. It shattered every tooth in the upper and lower jaw. Thankfully my parents had liability insurance. That covered his full set of false teeth.
We moved to Chula Vista, CA for 4th grade. I had 3 different bullies in the classroom. They were all good buddies. One decided to grab the front of my shirt as I was leaving the school grounds. I asked him to let go. He responded with verbal threats. I smashed his nose and mouth, picked him up off his feet and hung him by the back of his shirt on the chain link fence. End of bullying.
This is a great post. I will pass it on to my Grandchildren when appropriate if I am still around.