Hitting girls in the face
Would any guys here hit a girl in the face if they were mouthing off like Sarah Silverman's character was doing in this film?
shareThese responses are patheic. Why are you hitting ANYONE, male or female? So they mouth off to you? Then walk away or come up with a half-way intelligent response. Physically striking back makes you look desperate and ignorant.
Stupid apes...
Someone else may look desperate and ignorant, but you'll be the one in the hospital having pieces of your cheekbone picked out of your gums. I bet being the biger person loses it's appeal when you're choking on your own blood.
shareThat makes no sense.
The posts above mine are all referring to a single instance in which a woman "mouths off" to a man, and whether or not that deserves a beating. If I were a man, and a woman was "mouthing off" to me, I would not hit her. If I were a man, and a man was "mouthing off" to me, I would not hit him. In which of these two aforementioned cases would I be "choking on [my] own blood" ???
When you get an entire group of people to beat up 2 guys because they mouthed off back to you. When the guys realize that there is no way out of the situation other than them getting their ass kicked. They're doomed either way, you're screwed, so you attack the girls and get your shots in. The situation only applies if you can't get out of a fight and are seriously out numbered and probably will be beaten down.
share Some of the responses from posters here are obviously indicative of the pathetic moral decay of our society. I guess many of you were "raised" (wharehoused) in daycare because mommy and daddy didn't have time to instill morals and values in you.
Plain and simple, hitting a woman is the act of a consumate coward. Its something a punk does to make himself feel like a man. While you're at it, why don't you abuse children and puppies?
Its funny how when the police show up, 98% of woman abusers suddenly aren't fighters anymore. Not when the men show up.
I'm sure this will inflame the internet tough-guys who boast about how they would hit any woman who mouthed off to them like that, and they'll respond with more threats and boasting of how violent they'd be with me. Easy to do with the anonymity and safet provided by the buffer of the net. Truth is, if they're cowardly enough to hit a woman, its doubtful that they'd do anything if I were standing in front of them.
The only reason that I like this flick is because, as a firearms instructor, its one of the most realistic offerings from Hollywood as to the aspect of gunfight scenes and the handling of firearms.
alright you douche. I think all you fags missed the point of this topic, and that scene in the movie as a whole. People arent saying that they would go around hitting a woman in the face. That scene is a special situation, in a movie. Ok, in a movie you dumbasses. Its not real, remember? Did you even watch that part? If your reaction to all that *beep* she was sayin wasn't to hit that bitch in the face then you must be some sort of buddhist or something. That was probably the best part of the movie. No one expected that to happen. They knew they had no chance to fight their way out so they at least got their licks in on those obnoxious bitches. It was totally badass. If you can't pick up on that, and you obviously can't, you must be a total dumbass or douchebag. And by sayin that, I'm not a punk or a coward. I would probably never hit a woman in real life, but I know that that part of the movie was great.
The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think, oh by the way, which one's Pink?
I agree with Alice_Z I am surprised and disappointed that this film has attracted so many ignorant testosterone fuelled low foreheads.
It matters not what the woman said, you don't react to words with violence unless you are an uncivilised idiot. Violence is not cool as so many people here seem to think. I would do everything I could to avoid violence, If someone spouted obscenities at me I wouldn't start a fight with them. If someone calls you an *beep* and you punch them in the face you are the one on the wrong side of the law and morality.
I get the impression most of these posters are mentally deficient or immature teenagers that like to pretend they're "badasses".
And I don't know how they couldn't get it...it was explained to them perfectly several times.
shareHi, I suggest you read some history, because this moral decay you speak of has been effect since, uhm well, we went outside our caves.
Women being on equal terms as men is not something that dates back very long you know.
To answer the OP's question; in Parker and Longbaughs situation, yeah, I would probably lash out. Otherwise? No, never. I'm by no means a violent guy and mere words mean very little to me.
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The funny thing is that all of these anti-violence advocates fail to support anything they say, at all. They simply state that violence is never necessary as if that is the way things are, always have been, and always will be. I'll have you know that while violence may not be part of your daily life, a cursory glance at anything resembling history will quickly inform anyone with even the slightest degree of common sense that violence is an inseperable part of human nature. Whether or not you're violent, you will most likely be confronted by a violent person at least once or twice in your life.
Now I'm not saying that violence should be the answer to every problem. No, far from it. But when de-escalation methods have already failed in a situation that you can see is quickly becoming violent I wouldn't recommend waiting to get sucker punched. Your options are either run for it, or preempt their agression. Likely a combination of the two will be your best option.
For instance, about 6 months ago I got into the second fight of my entire life. Now I call it a fight when in reality it was more like a beating. I was out for an early morning run at about 4:30 am when I ran into a few drunken punks in my own apartment complex. Now they're not stumbling drunk, but its obvious that it's affecting their judgement heavily. I'd just seen one of them trying to convince some girl that was leaving his apartment to stay, and when she refused he had grabbed a hold of her as if to haul her back.
Reflexively, I yelled out at him to chill. I failed to notice the other two guys up on the balcony of the apartment finishing off their forties until after I got myself involved. The situation got really bad for me, but he let go of her and she got into her car and drove off. So he starts talking some *beep* to me. I'm trying to calm him down, but he'll have none of it. His balcony buddies are muttering and smirking at me, then they get up and start heading down to back up their friend.
While they're on their way down, the *beep* cobbles together a line about how "This is his apartment complex, and I better prove to him that I live here by giving him my apartment number."
I'm pissed at this, and I'm definetly not going to give him that, but I keep it together and make up a number while pointing at some apartment across the way. He says he doesn't believe me and that he thinks he's going to have to kick my a$$. So now my options are run for it from a guy in my own apartment complex that I will probably see again at some point, or take initiative and remove the threat.
He starts doing the high schooler/fratboy/primate chest bump to me and jutting his chin out. Now I'm no martial artist by any stretch, but I've been through my share of roughhousing and have done some full-contact sparring with a marine friend of mine. So he puffs up to bump me again, and I simply lean back like I'm trying to get away from him as he comes in, then snap forward and plant my forehead square on his nose. Surprise is key. Unfortunately, I wear glasses so of course they go flying, but my vision isn't that bad without them.
To sum up, he starts sneezing blood and his eyes involuntarily water. I aim a couple at his upper face but end up getting him mostly in the neck and cheek and pretty much just shove him down. So then his friends show up and start charging down the remaining stairs. I grab my glasses up and take off but one of em grabs me by the back of my shirt, so I flail and spin around catching him with a glancing hit on the chin. Hurts me more than him it seems. Then we're all sliding down a leafy hill while they're both holding onto my shirt and wailing on my upper body and head for several seconds. I'm doing my best to keep from getting hit in the eyes or mouth. A neighbor heading off to work comes out and sees them, says he's calling 911. I yell out "Thank God". And his buddies get in their car and drive off. I remember their license plate and text it to one of my friends so I can get it if I need it.
I went over and helped up the drunk I'd actually hurt and got him seated on the steps up to his apartment. I even gave him a scrap of my shirt that had been torn off to help staunch his nosebleed. He starts telling me about how he can't go to jail or he'll lose his job and get evicted and blah blah blah. So I stop the neighbor from calling the police (apparently he was on hold, gotta love that) explain to him that the guy just had a few too many and I was being a little too nosey. I talk to the drunk guy for a few more minutes, find out his name is Thomas Taylor and he's actually the brother of one of my friends from college. Small world
I've seen him a few times since and we always tell the story and laugh about it.