I don’t think I’ve punched anyone — male or female — in earnest. I’ve thrown “HAHA I AM STRIKING YOU”-style, backseat-of-the-car punches at my sister infinite times, but the idea of balling my fist up and pushing it at someone with all of the force that I have is wildly unappealing on a conceptual level. I would 100% break a finger. My plan in the event of a mugging is to Wolverine a house key into my assailant’s windpipe. Steal my Walgreen’s membership card, breathe through a tube the rest of your life.