First of all. It’s not a fucking problem.
Yeah, I’m talking to the bitches, and to the bitches with dicks. Talking to you. To them.
It’s not a problem. I am a regular bus/train rider here in Los Angeles. Granted, our public transportation system hardly embodies the Northeastern experience, but human nature is generally consistent across geographies. The only difference is the intensity of riders. Here in Los Angeles, the Red Line tends to get very crowded during rush hour, and the riders are a good sampling of that vast economic status-space that differentiates quantitative behaviors.
During my 20-minute underground commute, I actually prefer to stand. I listen to music on my non-Apple mp3 player and I lean against the hand rails adjoining the “back door” which is closed for most of this morning commute. But still, I note the idiosyncrasies of my fellow riders and it is rare that I see men splayed out thoughtlessly, in defiance of other riders. Even when I do, at least in the Hispanic parts, women, men and children, have no problem simply saying “Pardon” in Spanish and settling in to that seat where once a distended knee rested. It’s not a problem here. I do it too.
It is just comfortable, as a man, and sorta masculine, in a King of the Jungle manner, to sit with your legs spread out.
In the primitive wild, there are no niceties or manners. It’s no coincidence that women have evolved to sit with their knees locked. Their hooch is a matter of social reticence and privacy. Women do not bare it all, and the meek legs-closed seating stance suits their constitution. The male is territorial and his aggressive pose of spacial monopoly is an innate gender qualification which no bureaucratic transportation agency needs to be involved with.
Ah, yes, but.
All things male, all qualities masculine, in the post-feminist age, have been denounced, ridiculed and trounced into submission.
Anything that remotely screams “only a man can do this” is swatted away in the most publicly shameful manner, a practice roundly exacerbated by the bothersome entrance of millions of yammering wenches who never would have thought the matter worth arguing until the #whinybitchetariat brought it up and made it a grand Twittercause.
I am speaking of manspread, of course.
It has been an issue before. Men who splay their legs in situations that require a little more consideration and personal physical compression. I see it occasionally, but it only seems to be homeless guys. Most other men do not sit like wild beasts, and if they do, they shift willingly in order to free up a space on a crowded bus or train.
Apparently, the Metropolitan Transit Authority in New York thinks this is a serious enough issue that they are waging an all out war on men with a new poster campaign asking them to sit like girls.
Taking on manspreading for the first time, the authority is set to unveil public service ads that encourage men to share a little less of themselves in the city’s ever-crowded subways cars.
The targets of the campaign, those men who spread their legs wide, into a sort of V-shaped slouch, effectively occupying two, sometimes even three, seats are not hard to find. Whether they will heed the new ads is another question.
I find it terribly amusing that the post-feminists and other ass-lickers have become so bored, so idle, that they are now tackling tough issues, like seating positions and trivialities of physical gender behavior on trains.
Feminists won, but sometimes, they seem to have lost. They are delusional and they are now acting like thugs rejoicing in blind victory.
Scolding men for sitting with their legs apart?
To borrow a feminine pose, I exclaim:
It is not an issue. Most men do not do this and those who do are quite happy to bring their legs together to make space for your whiny ass. I’ve yet to see a man who would not withdraw his legs (other than homeless men) upon well-mannered request. The fact that NYC is printing full-color posters to play equally offensive ads across its train walls seems a bit of an overstated reaction contrived to soothe the frayed, hyperactive nerves of the offended female populace who takes the time to even voice such stupidity.
In other words, hardly anyone.
And since we are spending public effort and money to “cure” the gender-induced space issues on crowded trains, how about that flip-side of this equation we don’t hear about?
Womanspread is more common than manspread. It is more grueling and offensive since it is wrought by the cultural untouchables. And thoughtless as hell.
I have never taken a tally, but I would be bold enough to conjecture than womanspread is as copious as manspread.
Of course, since our media is driven by female sensibilities and serves only to lavish support on that end of the spectrum, we will never hear about widespread female abuse of space on public transportation. I see it all the time. It is a plague. It warrants a public effort by all transportation agencies because the time has come that we no longer have empty seats on trains or buses because of these female riders, the womenspreaders.
Womanspreaders carry not just one bag, their primary purse. They also carry a bag for shoes, one for food, another big one for shopping/groceries, and another for who-knows-what.
They march into the train, their bags askew and flailing and as they walk by you, one of their bags is sure to swat you, and when they stand, all the bags create a clearance space of a 3-foot radius in all directions because they refuse to put them on the floor, or better yet, condense their travel load. And if they sit, they always, ALWAYS, litter all the seats in their proximity with said bags. Just like men with splayed legs, they will bitterly move the bags to make space for you, but the snarl on their witch-faces conveys the burden you’ve placed on their comfort.
Womanspread is everywhere and it is an epidemic.
In fact, the NY Times video portion of this story betrayed itself by imaging egregious displays of womanspread. Did anyone tell the editors they muffed it up?
In a strange video portraying a guido Youtube phenom frog named Johnny T, the archetypal macho man, as he defends manspreading, while apologizing for it. In the sequence, we see several slides of womanspreading. Then we realize the sequence is a put-on.
Johnny T, guido frog, is essentially arguing my point that women are the worst space hogs. Forget the insignificant number of men who refuse to fold their legs closer. Statistically, they do not matter. But statistics are not the strength of feminists.
We must stop womanspread.