Some smooth mouthed little metrosexual castrati at Time Magazine is whining about how icky awful men spread their legs when they sit down, and how it’s the ultimate symbol of a male dominated society.
Well, honey, I got news for you. I have a nutsack two thirds the size of your head, and i ain’t crushing it for anybody, let alone some little CBT junkie like you. You probably don’t encounter too many actual men in your life; they don’t hang around femdom salons bound hand and foot waiting to be sounded. If you see a man on the subway, and he’s “Manspreading”, I highly suggest you engage in a practice called “Lordosis” or “presenting”. If he realizes that you’re in effect weak and completely non threatening, maybe he won’t exit the train wearing your ears around his neck on a string made from your sartorius muscle.
Those of us out here who still have balls, and still use them, are not only not interested in what you have to say, because you’re a moron, but we intend to break free of the oppression by the cuntriarchy and spread our legs where and when we want. Shit, I may just start wearing a kilt. I demand wider airline seats too.
H/T Pascal, of course.