On my first day as a supervisor of one section at a Navy PSD, a civilian worker who did not want to do what I had instructed her to do said, “Petty Officer Monty, I have been doing this job a very long time”. My response was, “I’m really not interested in how long you’ve been doing it wrong”.
Since @asahi is no longer able to explain his statement, I’ll just say anyone “whipping” their kid with an honest to God “tree branch”, that you could cut into logs or even thick kindling , sounds outlandish. I wonder if he meant what they used to call a “switch”, which was more like a thin flexible stick. You come across it in old stories or period films, where the kid does something wrong and gets “switched” as punishment. In some cases, the kid was made to go out and cut the switch himself. Like spanking, it wasn’t brutal or actually injurious, but I imagine it must have been painful and shaming. My parents never did either to us, and I wouldn’t do it to my kids if I had any, but I don’t think it amounts to child abuse.
Corporal punishment of these types is a holdover from times when it was more common, not just by parents but by teachers as well.
The thing I still can’t get is what does the “pssy juice" in "pssy juice Criminal justice system” even fucking mean? Well lubricated?
Reeks of ‘Old man shakes fist at cloud’.
Some children are embarrassed to go to gym class with red welts across the rear end and back. I know I was.
I actually feared the belt at home, but my grandmother would threaten me with a switch. Sorry, only place I could find this conveniently:
Apparently a textbook “switching” scene:
There was an earlier scene where Britta dutifully went out and got the switch.
My mother and her siblings were beaten with forsythia switches across the backs of their bare legs and they indeed have to cut them themselves. Since said switches did raise welts, I’m inclined to categorize them as somewhat brutal and moderately injurious. My father more prosaically usually just got the belt.
My parents were less than pleased with their childhood experiences with corporal punishment and declined to pass it on. For which I’m grateful.
I’m sure these were teachable moments for them, since they must have quickly kearned to produce the lightest “acceptable” switches possible.
All that taught you that if you thought you could get away with it, you had another think coming.
I got the belt, then when I was older I just got the classic “head slammed into the wall”. Until I was old enough to fight back.
I’m not a huge fan of corporal punishment.
I’m pretty sure not. Per my mother it was more just awful and humiliating.
I absolutely despise corporal punishment. Here’s a fun teachable moment for you. Thnk back to the days when almost every home in Dixie had one of those great big wooden salad fork and spoon sets on the wall. Remember the fork? That thing was always in pristine condition. The spoon, on the other hand, had a big ol’ crack running down it. Care to guess why?
No. It doesn’t matter how “traiditional” or how common something was. That something, if it’s corporal punishment, was wrong then and it’s still wrong now. And those people who say, “We should sitll have corporal punishment; I got beat and I turned out fine”…well, they didn’t turn out fine. They’re monsters advocating for more child abuse.
I didn’t pass on the abuse (I never touch my kids) but that doesn’t mean I’m fine. I know it messed me up.
Bullshit.
Right. The whole point of spanking, whipping, switching, etc. is to inflict pain.
Asahi was virtue-signaling his Big Internet Tough Guy credentials by showing us how he wasn’t a “pussy” or a “liberal wussy” who was afraid of a little corporal punishment. That is exactly as far as you need to read into it.
Sometimes it’s nice to reminded how little you miss somebody.
Not according to my father. If his mother deemed the switch he returned with insufficiently substantial, she’d send his brother out to cut one. “And he’d come back with a log.”
The other day, Pete at work printed a PM in full color. Pete knows we’re not supposed to print in color for internal things, since the lease contract on the copier charge about ten times as much for color as compared to B/W. We’re only supposed to use color for external communication.
Since Pete already knew this, the office manager took him aside, took out a 2’ long steel ruler, that he has for this explicit purpose, and lashed Pete over the ass 15 times.
I imagine it must have been painful and shaming. And Pete sure as hell will be a lot more furtive when printing color. Lesson learned, I guess.
Your office manager was doing this wrong. You’re supposed to open the copier, pull out the hot fusing roller, and use that for the punishment.
That also help clean off the rollers, for an added bonus.
I don’t mean the actual punishments seemed like teachable moments, but at least it was better for the kid to make the switch because that gave them something they could do that might make it go easier for them.