How are we supposed to get a flame war started if we agree on things?
I dunno...
We seem to have gotten along fine for many years on the principle that if you bothered a girl, her big brother or her father would take care of the problem by opening a can of whoop-ass on you.
Then when you got home, you would get it all over again from your own father...
At best, your dad would say “Good for you, you deserved it!”