Submission never works

I have little respect for the poor shrinking violets getting beaten by their women:

New South Wales Bureau of Crime Statistics figures show that over the past eight years, the number of women charged with domestic abuse has rocketed by 159 per cent. In 2007, 2,336 women fronted court on domestic violence charges, compared to around 800 in 1999.

What is the point of living your life in fear of a bully of either sex? If a woman is going to divorce you because you hit her back, good! Why would you ever want to continue to share your life with that person anyhow? In fact, if you know that you’re married to someone who would divorce you over something they started, you’re probably going to end up divorced because eventually your submission is going to become an unbearable provocation to her. There are exceptions, but in general, that’s how they tend to work.

Your mileage may vary, but I think I would rather emasculate myself and eat my deep-fried testicles rather than meekly accept a serious physical assault from a woman, especially a woman who claimed to love me. (I’m not talking about a Scarlett O’Hara slap here, I mean a genuine assault with harmful intent.) Start nothing, finish everything. Those who attack others with a genuine intent to harm merit whatever beating they end up receiving, no matter their size or sex.

The ironic thing is that these self-emasculated men claim their passivity stems from their chivalry, but that can’t possibly be true because chivalry requires honor. And a lady, for that matter. Speaking of honor, it’s not hard to imagine that female-initiated domestic violence cease to be an issue soon enough now that the concept of honor-killing has reached the USA and Europe.