Sorry, those videos are just feeding toxic masculinity; how do you suppose they get made? I did not use any kind of violence at Radio City, just exposed the jerk (socially) and removed myself from his reach.
And what on earth does it mean to be “advanced upon in a molesting fashion”? Sounds like soft porn to me, staged for your amusement. If you’d been a woman making her way around the world, you’d know how subtle most approaches really are, how difficult it is to know when to react. And you’d be burdened by being raised to be polite and not make a scene (the Mormons call it “keeping sweet”). That guy in Radio City had touched me at least 4 times before I was convinced it wasn’t accidental and got up the nerve to make him stop.
Watch a few of the shows about addiction, including food addiction to the point of supermorbid obesity. Count up how many of the subjects, especially the women, talk about escaping the pain from being molested, or in the obese, specifically, consciously making themselves physically repulsive so nobody else would bother them. That’s not so amusing to men, but it’s reality for too many women. I was once trapped in a taxi, en route from airport to the conference where my boss was about to give a speech, dressed up to be professional, and subjected to the driver’s telling me what a lucky man my husband was. Along with wondering whether he would actually deliver me to the conference, my mind raced with how I could make myself less attractive (and I was in my 40s, never seen as a beauty). Toxic masculinity particularly preys on those of us who they guess are not used to the attention, 13yos with frizzy hair and glasses in a darkened theater, or middle-aged women who’ve sort of gotten it together and achieved responsible careers, but can be reduced to quivering jelly by a stranger speaking inappropriately from the driver’s seat of a car. Martial arts wouldn’t have done me any good that day either.