On the other hand, I really dislike the aerobics instructors who try to jolly you into yelling "good morning" loudly or smiling. It's a good thing aerobics never gives you the opportunity to hit the instructor.

I also dislike concerts/stand-up comedians/speakers who ask "How's everybody DOING???" and really truly expect the crowd to answer. "I CAN'T *HEAR* YOU!!!" t cue obligatory crowd roaring louder

I detest required participation in group activities. Which may explain my hatred of the OMWF singalong.

How do you feel about sitting front and centre at improv performances, Steph?

How do you feel about sitting front and centre at improv performances, Steph?

I would rather eat crushed glass.

I can understand the situations ita is describing. Since we were both prey and predators, we've probably developed conflicting instincts in regards to violence and impending violence.

In the only real physical confrontations I've ever been in, I've felt that adrenaline surge and watched my body move in a physical response that had nothing to do with my intellectual understanding of the situation. I even suspect that had my higher brain functions intervened, I'd have been in deeper shit that I already was.

That's not to say I don't recongize the value of using my brain to defuse similar situations. But once the point of no return is past, I bowing to our more primative instincts can be just as useful.

Yelling by itself is an awesome self-defense tool. Using your voice to defend yourself and set boundaries is one of the first things they teach in Model Mugging-- now called Impact [link]

And it was the main weapon I used to defend myself when I was attacked in my home a few years back. The memory of yelling during fights (both my own and cheering my classmates on) came right back to my lungs and my voice. And I told the guy to "Get the fuck out of my house" in the deepest, demony voice ever. I also clawed the guys face and would have kicked the shit out of him if he hadn't run away.

My mind wasn't even working at the time (except I was super angry at him and pissed when he ran off because I wanted to "finish" the fight aka knock him unconcious) but it was all in my muscle memory. From the Model Mugging class I'd taken 6 years before.

I would rather eat crushed glass.

Sister!

I mean, I adore improv -- it's my favourite form of comedy. But I will be instantaneously sullen and destructive if someone exhorts me to participate in any way other than giving notes.

It's a thing.

We're starting to incorporate classes based on Model Mugging into our offerings -- using verbal self defense isn't something we've traditionally stressed. Mostly, I can't wait to beat up the guy in the puffy suit.

I've felt that adrenaline surge and watched my body move in a physical response that had nothing to do with my intellectual understanding of the situation

Adrenaline dumps are scary things. It's what happens in the next heartbeat that can dictate the outcome.

I don't want to participate in any show. I don't want to singalong. My theory is that if I'm supposed to perform, I should be paid.

We're starting to incorporate classes based on Model Mugging into our offerings -- using verbal self defense isn't something we've traditionally stressed. Mostly, I can't wait to beat up the guy in the puffy suit.

YAY!!!!!!!! YOU WILL LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!@!!!!!!

And I totally want to try krav now. But the only place I can find in Baltimore seems to be for police training only or something...I haven't looked that hard yet though.

Mostly, I can't wait to beat up the guy in the puffy suit.

It's all about the simple pleasures.

It's all about the simple pleasures.

A puffy suit guys gave me one of the greatest compliments of my life when I was assisting an Impact class a couple of years ago. He said I kicked harder than anybody else in the class. (He just said it to me, he didn't make anybody else feel bad by saying it.) I'm not a very athletic person and I was never the strongest fighter in any class so it really meant a lot to me.