Rubbish. I've slapped a man exactly once in my life. I was 17 and at school, and there was a rumour going around that we were sleeping together. My boyfriend at the time was violent and abusive anyway and had knocked me about a fair bit when the rumour reached his ears, and because of that I confronted the young man I was supposedly having an affair with and asked him to set the record straight. He laughed in my face and said that he was loving the attention, at which point I lost my rag and gave him a stinging slap round the face, which turned into a red handprint. I'm not proud of it, although it must be said I got a round of applause from the common room. Could I have sent him flying across the room like my boyfriend did to me? No. But I could certainly inflict pain, is my point. I didn't need a weapon to do it.