Were you?
Yes, both at home and at school. People expect it here and only care if it leaves visible bruises, blood, or bones broken. The same authority figures explain many rules with, "because I say so" or "I'm the insert title that's why," accompanied by no explanation since children lack the ability to reason. It seems less common than during my childhood to physically discipline your child in public, though it still corelates to class.
Oh, thank fuck: finally a chance to talk about myself. I got so excited at the title of this thread that I didn't even bother watching the video.
Between the ages of thirteen and fifteen, my old man beat the shit out of me. Then I asked him to teach me to fight, a request to which he assented. He took the lessons very seriously. The first lesson consisted of my introduction to male banter - he mocked me for my small, delicate hands and then complimented me on the calluses I'd developed on my palms as a gymnast. Then he pointed out my physical strengths - powerful deltoids, latissimus dorsi, triceps and rectus adominis. After many, many lessons, he seemed genuinely surprised when, two years later, I used the very same techniques to beat the crap out of him (to be fair, I'd only become stronger in that time whilst he had aged beyond his years due to his alcoholism. I think that with that concession I've now reached the limits of my modesty. I'm not Thrill Kill: I'm prepared to admit that my male adversary was weaker than I was at the time of said beating).
Sorry. Basically it meant that despite the fact that my old man was semi-literate, he knew a lot about physiology and a lot about fighting. I guess that being a psychopath, planning for the future possibility that I might rise up against him didn't cross his mind at the time. His bad.
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