As most boys I was taught never to strike a woman, but as my mother explained that anyone who strikes another person deserves to be hit back. Her logic was that she felt no sympathy for a women hitting a man and the guy responds in turn. Dad always instilled in me that I wasn't to ever hit back unless a female came at me with a knife.
I remember watching a sports clip with my mother on the news. In it a basketball team loses and some cheerleader comes running onto the court waving her finger in the air taunting a member of the losing team. The player did not take that well and went all Sean Connery on her.
"Good," my mom cried out.
"Good," I asked, with a bit of shock?
"She shouldn't do that," she replied. "People shouldn't act that way. He taught her a lesson."
"Erik. Watch your language."
"But mom, dad has never hit you and look at all the things you've said to him."
"Yeah well he's your dad and we love each other. That's different."
Dad then intervened and agreed that he shouldn't have struck the poor girl.
Fast forward many years later....
I showed this to a friend of mine.
"Good," she said. "I would've hit her too."
This is one of the thousands of reasons I'll never understand women.
"There are women who take it to the wire. That's what they are looking for, the ultimate confrontation. They want a smack." - Sean Connery