[Fundie is arguing against women in combat. To "prove" his point he uses a scenario in which Godzilla attacks the town. Yes, Godzilla.]
Ever the drama queen, Godzilla raises up to his full height, rears back and makes as if to give a great triumphant roar, but is embarrassed when an A-flat belch three octaves below the staff escapes that is heard and smelt a mile away.

Now if something is not done to stop Godzilla, he is going to flatten all the churches and restaurants in town, and when he can’t eat another bite, is just going to stomp on people the way a child stomps on bugs — just for fun.

So what is to be done?

It is possible that some stout-hearted woman will flip a great oak table, break a leg off, run up Godzilla’s back and beat him with it. It’s just not likely.

But if the people do survive, here is what will happen, and the reason for this was written on our DNA by the Unseen Hand — or happenstance, if you prefer.

Woman will gather up her children and without shame flee and hide if she can and fight if she must. The children expect this.

Her flight instinct is what keeps the race alive. She will not be parted from her children.

Man will first and foremost see to the immediate safety of his woman and their children and attempt to put them out of harm’s way, and his woman expects this. Everything else is secondary.

Simultaneously, he will be looking about him for other men to ally himself with, and he will do so with any man his instincts tell him can be trusted. Within the flatulent radius of Godzilla (or any other mortal danger) lifelong bonds of friendship can be welded in a moment.

This is male bonding in its purest form. It is the band around the band of brothers. It is real and critical if Godzilla is to be defeated, and women can’t do it. It is indeed a man thing, and woman is indeed male-bonding-solvent.

When his family is secure, he will depart with his friends to fight Godzilla.