Hey girls, how’d you like to go to work and get raped and bloodied by a sweaty French socialist? You wouldn’t? I didn’t think so. Me neither. I feel for the young West African woman who had that ghastly French IMF jackass paw her in his $3,000 a night NYC hotel room.
As a dad, I can’t imagine that happening to one of my girls, which is exactly why my wife and I made certain that when my daughters became quasi-ambulatory they would learn to be wickedly adept in the art of self defense. I suggest you do the same for your girls—as in muy pronto.
After ten plus years of training, both of my twentysomethings are now scary proficient in the Gracie School of Jiu-Jitsu. Indeed, they have been/are being “educated” by some of the top fighters on this terra firma. Kowabunga, baby.
Yep, I sure as heck would advise some fat sack of slop like that IMF weed against jacking with them, as they would be very clever if it came to rendering inoperative and/or killing said violent beast. (By the way, if ever there was an apropos acronym suited for an old, grody rapist it’s gotta be IMF.)
However, as I found out while being interviewed during my book promotions on raising girls, not everyone out there seems to agree that women should be capable and cool with having the skills needed to play hacky sack with a horndog’s skull. Allow me to explain.
When my brilliant, divinely inspired, Amazon.com top ranking parenting book, Raising Righteous & Rowdy Girls
Three particular chapters, however, seem to get the lion’s share of attention from my road-tested tome. My chapter on “the 10 Commandments for My Daughter’s Potential Boyfriends” gets mad love. But eclipsing the brilliance of that afflatus are my first two chapters, which exhort dads to teach their daughters how to fight and how to shoot guns.
When talk show hosts ask me to succinctly sell my book, I tell them that if it’s read and obeyed it’ll do three things for a padre’s niña: 1) It’ll keep her from ever dating Charlie Sheen. 2) It’ll help her avoid acting like Snooki. And 3) It may well save her life.
Seriously. All joking and weapons grade narcissism aside, dad, the reality is … Mayberry RFD doesn’t exist any longer in our American gestalt except on Nickelodeon. Civility is gone. Brutality is here. It’s Thunderdome out there, pops, and your daughter could be in some cruel crotch-rocket’s crosshairs. In my world, the good girl should live and the bad guy should die.
Pretty much all the talk show hosts who heard my sentiments for my ladies’ protection and the rapist’s destruction agreed … except for a couple of Christian talk show hosts and some Christian callers who found my stance on self defense incongruent with their take on Christ; they believed that my girls should “turn the other cheek” and that Jesus would not want one of his lambs to answer violence with violence.
Well, call me a heretic and burn me at the stake because the only other cheek I believe that needs to be turned when a girl is getting mugged/raped is on the criminal’s face as the victim is snapping his neck or after he’s received a 38 Special +P 110 Grain Barnes TAC-XP Hollow Point.
Turn the other cheek? Are you kidding me? I don’t believe that the context of Christ’s command extends to passivity in rape scenarios.
Ladies, you don’t have to be a victim. Enroll in martial arts. Learn it until you’re lethal, and then learn some more. In addition, embrace firearms and weapons training so that when some IMF dipstick starts to enact his porn-generated fantasy on your person he’ll be the one who needs an ambulance … or a body bag.