mad-magyar:

2015: Save a life, surrender that knife!
2020: Don’t be a dork, surrender that fork!
2025: Don’t be a buffoon, surrender that spoon!
2030: Get the jist, ban your fists!

relevant.

When I was at the dojo in Echo Park we had a Frenchman (a DJ, cuz obvs, this was the blog house era) who showed up fighting Savate.

He’d just slap you in the face over and over until you started putting your hands high to block, at which point he’d start kicking. It was infuriating, cuz bruh if I was willing to hit you in the face I’d lay you out.

One day a guest sensei was in doing a seminar and was selecting him for a spar. Our rule for kicks was “practice high” - go for the upper thigh at lowest - “fight low”, cuz in a real fight (but NOT with your friends) you really wanted to collapse their knee in.

Dude warned him about his kicks, dude warned him again, then he slammed the frog against a wall and thrashed him. Never saw him again.