If catcalling is about men feeling they are entitled to women’s time and attention, this quite often literally pushy behaviour is about men feeling entitled to women’s space also. But as soon as the first guitar strums filled the air, I would be roughly elbowed out of the way and forced to spend the rest of the set staring at some dude’s nasty sweat-soaked back. I’d line up for hours to get the front row position for whatever fey indie band I was into. Driving past Enmore Theatre this weekend seeing a predominantly female crowd lining up to take in Jimmy Eat World, I was reminded of my own gig-going days (does anything make you feel older than realising you don’t want to go see a live show as the head-pounding, ear-ringing and backache the next day don’t seem worth it anymore?). It’s not just on public transport that women seem to be expected to minimise the amount of personal space they take up. Hurrah! Wouldn’t it be glorious if something similar was put in place in Australia so we weren’t forced to sit thigh-to-thigh squashed up against some random man taking up the majority of the seat space? (And please note, any criticisms are not against people who happen to be bigger – it’s the passengers who feel the need to puff themselves up like a peacock when they could very comfortably sit within the confines of a single seat that are the targets of my ire.) The Metropolitan Transportation Authority last week revealed to AM New York that they would be instituting a new subway awareness campaign to teach passengers to sit properly without impinging on the space of their fellow travellers. And the Tumblr ' Saving Room For Cats' has come up with a tongue-in-cheek hypothesis as to why exactly men need to take up so much more than their allotted seat space. Blogs such as ' Men Taking Up Too Much Space On The Train' and the wonderfully titled ' Your Balls Are Not That Big' chronicle the most egregious examples of seat hogging and demonstrate that the problem is a global phenomenon. Most of us would be familiar with those who have been dubbed the ‘man spreaders’, guys who on the train or bus feel the need to sit legs akimbo so their fellow passengers are forced to shrink into themselves to make way for the overspill. Little was I aware that my past experience was mere training for the future irritations of public transport.
Off we’d drive with me sadly squashed in between the other passengers and with no car window to daydream out of.Īs I grew up, I looked forward to no longer having my personal space encroached upon.
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I quickly learned how to fall limp like a sack of wet sand so as to discourage the other schoolchildren who would come towards me arms outstretched enthusiastically exclaiming, “Let me pick you up!” Another annoying part of being pint-sized was that when three children had to fit in the backseat of a car, I would inevitably be assigned the cramped middle seat. Growing up I was a very small child, kind of like Thumbelina but only if the fairytale character had displayed more of a tendency towards eye-rolling and overly dramatic sighs.
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