The subway is a big source of frustration for New Yorkers. This particular pet peeve I call men lounging. First this complaint does not pertain to most men. There are some how ever who seem to think subway seats are their personal couches, and so they spread out in all directions like they are home watching TV. This bodily sprawl denies seats to other tired riders, yet these men seem to think it is their god given right to do this. Not only do they lounge and sprawl, but they also sit with their legs wide open – giving their dangly parts room – so I have heard. They too think they don’t have to make room for others. How selfish, discourteous, and inconsiderate. Heaven forbid if you challenge these men and their antics. I saw a woman the other day address a man who had his legs open as if he were a whore. She asked him to move over and to give her room. He gave her a hard time, but she won in the end – with a little petty squabbling seating space. But he pouted like a little boy – which is exactly what he is.
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