Taking on manspreading for the first time, the authority is set to unveil public service ads that encourage men to share a little less of themselves in the city’s ever-crowded subways cars.
The targets of the campaign, those men who spread their legs wide, into a sort of V-shaped slouch, effectively occupying two, sometimes even three, seats are not hard to find. Whether they will heed the new ads is another question.
I was calling it "mansitting" myself but whatever you call it, it is an obnoxious practice. And predictably, some men justify the practice on the grounds that their junk is so huge and delicate. Which inevitably lead to this tumblr:
Men defending their balls - a superpoem.Related to this justification is the notion that men don't/shouldn't/can't cross their legs. I was reading a bunch of comments on an article that the New Yorker posted to Facebook, about some right-wing French creep - here is the article on the New Yorker's site.
The following is a crowdsourced poem, its lines excerpted from the messages of men writing in to defend their balls. Please read it as a continuous composition. The poem will be updated periodically. Thank you for your time.
Fortunately there is a tumblr presenting evidence that plenty of manly men (and Truman Capote) are capable of sitting with legs crossed without losing their man card.