I hate big balls (on Muni) and I cannot lie
Photo by davitydave
Oh, men taking up too much space on the train (dot tumblr dot com). Patty sent this to us wondering who’ll create the SF version. It’s been a while, but we have addressed this infuriating, still-relevant phenomenon:
- Yeah, I don’t care if you’re busy reading The Wall Street Journal and counting your money, because you’ve taken two more seats than you should have.
- Tiffany. Dear Tiffany, her fabulous tweed trousers, and her phone were up against this be-denimed big-balls invader. After she sat down and provided the ultimate unspoken “It’s time to move over” clue.
- It’s proven such a problem in Boston, our wicked cool (<– yeah, it never gets old, sorry) pals at the AboutWomen Project started a movement and designed a badge in protest: No Man-Sitting.
Yes, we should (and we do) say something [after we possibly document it for the Internet]. But, until we do and even if we don’t, please mind your balls and your manners, gentlemen, as this seems largely the domain of male ridership. Seat-taking ladies, though, that goes for you, too.
Oh, a gay friend says he, ever so slightly, will rub up on your macho legs until you clam up (and do you ever), but I think our gay brothers really have more important things to do.
