8/12/2014
There are situations in which gendered segregation is ideal. One of those is public transportation because, let's face it, men, you don't add anything to my daily commute. In fact, you make it almost unbearable. You make it unbearable when I have to vocalize, loudly and emphatically, "Don't touch me!" And when the woman sitting in front of me has to say it, and then the woman in front of her, and in front of even her- you make it unbearable when you refuse to acknowledge what's happening, refuse to acknowledge a drunk man, Steal Reserve in hand, sagging with no boxers thus exposing his penis, harassing every woman on the train, one after the next. So, today, the women banded together to get the police on the train and the engineer involved, and you played only one of two roles here: drunk, naked and assaultive or cowardly and silent. As this is a reoccurring situation, and my wish is to promote mental health in all people (women in this case), please consider this my official endorsement of gender segregated train cars.
Men: when you got your shit under control, we will consider sharing a car with you.
Warm regards,
V.B.
UPDATE 10/6/18: SORRY 'JUSTICE' KAVANUAGH!!! DIDN'T REALIZE IT WAS YOU!!! PLEASE TAKE THE WHEEL!
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