I just returned from another trip to Boston/Cambridge. There are so many emotional ties there that it always takes a day to get used to the place. It's a home to me almost as much as New York is.
So what does my trip have to do with the preceding headline?
I'll tell you what. There is no getting away from women being crushed in their own seats on the subway - be it New York or Boston.
Why do men have to sit with their legs so far apart that you'd think they're about to enter the final stages of labor?
Meanwhile, women like me are forced to press our legs together and frequently even curl our shoulders for the duration of our commute as the men we are wedged between are essentially spread-eagle in their seats.
Are their genitals that sensitive to any type of pressure? If so, how the hell do they survive horseback riding, spinning classes or sex? Or is it more a question of territory? Should I be grateful that they don't unzip and urinate around their seats to mark their space?