My senseÃ¯ wanted a job. Seriously.
He had a day job and taught Kenpo on evening, in a small dojo underneath an Italian restaurant. It was one of those crummy place with musty smelling, industrial gray carpet on the floor and concrete wall with little decoration. But he now has 10 dojos, with franchises bringing out a couple hundred grand a year, because he quit his job, and "democratized" his art by sissifying it so parents could have a nice little sweat in the same class as their kids. He started recommending heavy padding, full on protective gear and light contact, point-type fighting as before it was just short of full contact with minimal protection. The workout part of the class was also made way easier, as were the belt tests. Back then, if you made it and stuck with it, you knew you were a warrior. Now it's classes are pussified and tests are no more than a formality.
It was gradual of course, but 3-4 years after I quit, I had a conversation with him and he told me all that, and added that he would send any of the students now in any kind of real fight, as opposed to when I started out with him.
That's what I meant by "foo-foo fighting": not actual value in the moves made, no "mental" impression of what a fight is, and how to confront someone who wants to freaking punch your face to a pulp, just nice choreographed moves than have no real use in any kind of situation.