On horseback.
What are the most chivalrous deeds you've done so far?
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On horseback.
Wearing a thousand pounds of armor.
40-50 lbs at the peak of plate armour, actually...
I'm not so sure about that. I've always understood "chivalry" in battle to mean fighting fairly, with equal weapons, being merciful and respectful to your defeated enemy, and not engaging in low or treacherous conduct. Making war as much like a duel as possible, as a way of showing your own prowess and contempt for danger--because to conquer without peril is to vanquish without glory.
This was a big part of the mystique of the World War I fighter pilot--the idea that they were "knights of the air," duelling it out one-on-one, while the infantry were down in the mud, getting blown away by artillery and machine guns that they couldn't even see, or being suffocated by clouds of poison gas.
Of course, in reality, successful fighter pilots like Manfred von Richtofen and Billy Bishop were ruthless sons of bitches who did their best to ambush their opponents and shoot them down before they knew what was happening. Because war isn't a duel, no matter how much people want to pretend it is.
The best example of chivalry taken to extremes that I can think of is an incident that is supposed to have happened at the Battle of Fontenoy in 1745: two units encountered each other at close range, and the British commander, Lord Charles Hay, invited the French to fire first. That may or may not be true, but people wanted to believe it, because it exemplified the chivalrous ideal to which aristocratic officers aspired.
The attitude you've expressed, by contrast, strikes me as pretty modern in its pragmatism.
When my ex-girlfriend was homeless (and I still lived with my parents), I slept with her in her car until we found a place to stay.
I interposed myself between a guy punching his wife/girlfriend/baby's mama in broad daylight in public, and almost got knifed.
This may not count as chivalry, but rather family loyalty: I didn't fuck my sister's girlfriend. Actually, this probably shouldn't count anyway, because I didn't know her girlfriend was coming on to me, and I totally would've if I had. Because 1)she was hot and 2)my sister has annoyed me for a good decade with her superior achievement in every sphere of life. I love her, but it's very obvious she was my parents' second try.
I interposed myself between a guy punching his wife/girlfriend/baby's mama in broad daylight in public, and almost got knifed.
This may not count as chivalry, but rather family loyalty: I didn't fuck my sister's girlfriend. Actually, this probably shouldn't count anyway, because I didn't know her girlfriend was coming on to me, and I totally would've if I had. Because 1)she was hot and 2)my sister has annoyed me for a good decade with her superior achievement in every sphere of life. I love her, but it's very obvious she was my parents' second try.
there are 2 rules in warfare.
1. win
2. see 1.
1. win
2. see 1.
^^ Well, as far as that goes, I resigned from my last job (and ended up working for about half the money elsewhere) because a couple of managers were abusing the doulas and the lawyers just wanted to cover it up. You can call that chivalrous, I suppose, or just ethical in general.
you're my hero!
YOU'RE my hero!!
No, wait, you're my hero!!
Stop the lights, we have a winner!!!!!!!!!!!
You are aware that women don't use "Marquis of Queensbury Rules" when fighting, aren't you? All right you don't need to pound an aggressive woman into a bloody puddle, but you would need to use more than a "restraining hand" to defend yourself... I speak as a woman who's related to a man who's wife was a dangerous mad bitch who beat him up on a regular basis, he wouldn't raise a hand to her because "you don't hit a woman".
She stabbed him.
He's okay, they're separated now. Can't help thinking if he'd slapped her back the first time things might have been different, but then I suppose the law would have been on her side...
Well, i dunno if i'd call it chivalrous but anyway. My best friend's wife, well we're practically brothers, so she'd be my sister in law. Anyway, I help out an awful lot when Oscar isnt home. Her doc said she's on strict bed rest so i'm the one who cooks, does the shopping, cleans, whenever Oscar isn't home, as someone must be with her 24/7. I often take care of their four year old daughter too, when they need some peace and quiet.
One of the conditions of her release from the hospital was that somone with medical training was present at all times.
Anyway, the thing is that she was in a serious car accident a few years back and she was told that one, she could never have another child. Two, by the off chance she gets pregnant, which was more or less nonexistent, it could kill her. So she could collapse and die at any time. Hence the bedrest and constant presense of medical personnel.
One of the conditions of her release from the hospital was that somone with medical training was present at all times.
Anyway, the thing is that she was in a serious car accident a few years back and she was told that one, she could never have another child. Two, by the off chance she gets pregnant, which was more or less nonexistent, it could kill her. So she could collapse and die at any time. Hence the bedrest and constant presense of medical personnel.
