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Apparently, this is a thing...



http://tinyurl.com/pr38hd9

I find this kind of thing interesting and amusing.

I don't sit like this. I really don't. I'd never heard the word "manspreading" before, although I am familiar with the concept. It's fascinating to me that people (usually men) think that they need that much space. Or that they deserve to take it from another (usually a woman).

I read elsewhere that a woman walked down the sidewalk for a day and did not yield her position (kept walking instead of moving to the side) like men usually seem to do. She said she ran in to 9 people. These people must have expected her to get out of the way, and were probably surprised that she didn't - that she expected them to move out of her way.

The "manspreading" I can understand a bit. Men have body parts that do not necessarily lend themselves to having one's knees close together while sitting. While this has never been a problem for me, at least anatomically I can understand. A bit. But honestly, if it were me, and I noticed that someone else was standing while I was sitting, and there was no space for them to sit, I usually yield my seat. For either men or women, but women usually more than men. I don't feel comfortable sitting while others are forced to stand.

I usually hold the door open for people, too, whether male or female. I think it's just basic courtesy for a fellow human being. Same thing with walking down the street. Although I am a big dude (6'2", 220 lbs) I always try to shift a bit to avoid awkward physical contact as I walk down a crowded street. Again - just basic courtesy.

Apparently, basic courtesy is lacking, if we have to have the campaigns noted in the link above.

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