December 10, 2003
dont box me in
As a woman who often finds herself pinned in a subway seat against her will, flanked on either side by the legs of men who seem to need a ballrooms worth of ball-room as it were, I enjoyed Mauds link to a story on the topic
(Who's Got The Biggest Ball's Of Them All?) --and her
own tales of run-ins with the scrotal-space brigade. I second Mauds note to the unfamiliar with the phenomenon: we are not exaggerating about this, trust us. Its like a freaking epidemic, men straining to stretch their legs open as far as they can, breaking both rules of decorum and personal privacy. If it werent such sad commentary on how powerless some men feel, poor, sad, little men who need to exert their physical being into another persons space in order to force that person to acknowledge they exist, itd actually be pretty damn funny.
Posted by Antigeist at December 10, 2003 04:53 PM
This reminds me of the scene in the Breakfast Club, when Clare is asked if she would date a man with elephantis of the nuts (if he had a cool car), realizing that she would have to ride in the backseat because his nuts would be riding shotgun. There must be SOME quick, *shriveling* comment along those lines that could be made to these men. Unlike most "overtake of space" situations, which can be handled by shoving back, shoving back in this case (which would mean pushing your leg against his) might encourage a further freeing of the little birdie, which nobody wants. Eww.
This is why I used to use a hatpin as a bookmark.
Oh, gosh, are you bleeding? Your leg must have touched my bookbag - which is clearly on my lap, way over here. Best be careful. Feck.
