A feminist labor organizer named Beth Breslaw decided to conduct a campaign to prove that men are pigs by slamming into them on the street and then acting outraged because they won’t move out of her way. The porcine Breslaw wanted to confront male entitlement by deliberately running into men on the street.
In an interview with Jessica Roy of NY Magazine, Breslaw told her tale of woe. “She would get on the train and have nowhere to sit because men were all spread out on the seats,” Roy said. “Then she’d get off the train and have nowhere to walk because men don’t get out of the way.”
Breslaw is attempting to build upon feminist’s newest sham outrage called “manspreading,” where men sit with their legs open on subways and trains (nevermind all the purses and bags ladies set on the seats). “Manslamming,” is the theory that men are entitled because they won’t get out of the way of women. Isn’t that ironic?
From NY Mag:
Breslaw had one key standard: “If they don’t make any indication that they’re cognizant of the fact that our bodies are impacting each other, if they don’t sway a little bit to the side or move their shoulder a little bit back,” then it counted as an instance of manslamming. The result? She spent most of November and all of December colliding with dozens of men, on sidewalks and in train stations and outside of cafés. On one particularly eventful instance in early January, every single man who came across her path on the stretch of narrow East Village sidewalk between the N train and her sister’s apartment smacked right into her, she says. It was like that for the whole experiment, wave after wave of men knocking into her with an elbow or a shoulder or a full-on body-check.
The chubby labor organizer said that some females also ran into her, but “Women who bumped into me would more often have some sort of audible reaction and then would continue plowing through,” Breslaw said. “But I could probably count on my hand the number of women that bumped into me and the number of men that didn’t.”
Still, she was happy that “I never fell down,” she said. “I never got hit so far that I actually got knocked on my ass.”
Now, having lived in NYC for 7 years, I’m familiar with Breslaw’s plight. But my problem was always with the “Fempushers,” ladies who wanted subway seats so bad that they would knock you over to get one. As a gentleman, I always tried to give my seat to older ladies who needed them. But I’ve seen old ladies who looked like they could barely blow a dandelion puff charge through a crowd like a wide receiver and knock people over just to get a seat on the train.
Once while riding the subway I saw a lady do this, but barely miss getting the seat. She stood there and stared at the man in the face, trying to maddog him into giving it up, but thankfully the guy who got there saw her rudeness and refused to stand.
One time, in the first few weeks of me living in Astoria, Queens, I was knocked on my ass by a taxi cab that sped off while I sat there, dazed and trying to figure out what to do. New York sucks for human beings, no matter what gender you are. Literally everyone acts entitled, and if you don’t like it, you can move somewhere where men don’t run into you on the street. But feminists won’t do that, because they’d prefer to bask in the glory of Sisyphus, forever beating their heads against the wall and expending their energy into causes for which there is no point, and because of which nothing will ever be changed.
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