Three stroppy females on the subway tonight: 1. A woman standing, unsupported, in the midst of the crowded moving car, blithely reading The Wisdom of Insecurity as she sways into everyone around her. There’s such a thing as overkill, doll. 2. A woman wearing three pink bows in her hair, shoving people out of her way and stepping on feet as she enters the train. Why do the meanest broads always wear bows? 3. Me, shaming a manspreader into closing his legs enough to make room for me to sit, then out-manspreading him so outrageously that he’s forced to close his legs entirely. Good thing I wore pants today! Feminist in the streets, liberationist in the sheets.
Three stroppy females on the subway tonight: 1. A woman standing, unsupported, in the midst of the crowded moving car, blithely reading The Wisdom of Insecurity as she sways into everyone around her. There’s such a thing as overkill, doll. 2. A woman wearing three pink bows in her hair, shoving people out of her way and stepping on feet as she enters the train. Why do the meanest broads always wear bows? 3. Me, shaming a manspreader into closing his legs enough to make room for me to sit, then out-manspreading him so outrageously that he’s forced to close his legs entirely. Good thing I wore pants today! Feminist in the streets, liberationist in the sheets.