BREAKING: Women using earbuds to commit grave misandries upon innocent men

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CUE. Social CUE. ‘Que’ is how you spell ‘what’ in Spanish.

And GNL…yeah. See that thing several yards behind you? That’s the point you missed. I wouldn’t call this tantrum respecting a social cue. This is called ‘I haven’t actually spoken to this woman and now I’m mad that she isn’t paying me the attention I feel entitled to.’

Is it difficult being that deliberately obtuse? There’s not even any indication that this woman is even aware this guy exists.

@ Ally

I’m a germphobe, too, so in addition to “really?” I was also thinking “ew, now I need to throw those away and get new earbuds”.

I’d be tempted to do that as well.

What was his “excuse” for doing something that appalling? (Or did just like silently swipe it away from you and stick it in his ear?)

‘Que’ is how you spell ‘what’ in Spanish.

Que!?

@ Ally

He didn’t offer an excuse, just sulked in his seat for the rest of the flight and attempted to claim the armrest as his territory with much harrumphing. Also! Dude appeared to be college aged and I was maybe 35 at the time? Maybe he’d just finished watching some cougar porn and was high on the “see, they all want me, the internet told me so!” fumes.

@J.J I was trying to make a joke, since I’m a native Spanish speaker 🙂

I guess it didn’t come off as smart as I though.

I still feel good I’m not at GNL level, though.

I could understand “que” as a misspelling for “queue”, but I’m really not sure how he got to there from “cue”.

I feel like I live in a different Boston than everyone else, because I’ve only been groped on the T once in the 4 years I’ve lived here. And it’s not like I don’t ride the busy lines – the 66, the 39, and the Green Line on game days are all in my regular rotation. Do I have a really strong “don’t fuck with me” aura or something? It is because I’m 30 and therefore a hideous old hag?

thank you for actually taking the time to treat me like a person by reading what i wrote and taking it at face value. your the first person here to do so.

your not the first person who has very similar thought on an issue with but got all ready to flay me because I didn’t write it the way they wanted me to.

This is ridiculous. First of all, you have net been dehumanized by people objecting to what you said, so stop with the “treated like a person” crap. Second, if multiple people “misinterpret” what you wrote, it’s probably because you didn’t write clearly enough. Even if you didn’t mean to upset people, YOU still upset them and YOU need to deal with that.

It’s far better for a woman to falsely consider a guy to be threatening, than to falsely consider a threat to be safe. That’s inconvenient for the guy, but it’s not his life potentially at stake. Recognize that.

A+

So I’m not sure where the woman hate is here.

Oh look, GNL is being a disingenuous ass again.

the idea that women habitually confuse men who’re just lacking in social skills with predators is sexist bullshit. Women are actually rather good at distinguishing threatening behavior from non-threatening behavior, for the same reasons that any other group that’s habitually preyed upon is. We can tell the difference because being able to tell the difference is vital to our safety. We’re not going around yelling at sad, confused disabled boys who just tapped us on the arm because they wanted directions to the library. Stop trying to use women’s compassion for the men who actually do have problems with social interaction as a cover for predatory behavior.

Thank you so much for articulating this.

<blockquote.I could understand “que” as a misspelling for “queue”, but I’m really not sure how he got to there from “cue”.

Possibly from having heard it spoken more often than he’s seen it written? Homophones can be difficult.

emilygoddess, try the Orange line in the evening (it’s also where I tend to see the most penises, including one guy at Wellington who was scrolling through d*ck pics on his iPad, perhaps choosing which ones to send to women on OK Cupid?) or the Red, especially after Broadway. On the way to the JFK library one afternoon I found myself one of two people in the car after a bunch trouped out at South Station and looked up from my book to see the guy across from me (BC High student if you believe the jacket) frantically wacking off under his backpack. I think it broke his concentration when I started laughing, and I feel absolutely terrible about that.*

There’s also something magical about the 88 bus, at least when it comes to creepers. There used to be a guy who would get on and ride it all day (or as long as the drivers would let him), staring at school girls and playing pocket hockey.

(*I don’t actually feel at all bad about it.)

Yeah, as someone on the spectrum myself, being socially awkward and anxious actually makes me less likely to approach random people in public. Or anywhere, really. And when somebody tells me I’m bothering them, I leave them alone. That might not be the case further along the spectrum, but even so, if someone is truly incapable of not harassing people in public, that’s a person who probably shouldn’t be leaving the house without a chaperone.

As for pulling out someone’s earbuds, the only justifiable scenario I can come up with for that is if there’s some sort of emergency that requires immediate action on the part of someone whose music is so loud that they can’t hear you yelling at them. Like, “Holy shit, there’s a zombie on the bus! Get out before it eats us!”

*reminds self never to ride buses in Boston should I ever visit*

I don’t wear earbuds; I wear earplugs. I can still hear people talking, but not the scritch-scritch of music, which is what I’m blocking. But I have only been pestered once on the train that I can recall, in thirty-odd years of using it. I know Melbourne’s far from immune to this sort of shit, so I can only say I’ve been lucky (or maybe Mr K is sending out “don’t even think about it, peasant” vibes, who knows? 😉 )

Off topic. I am now a kitty.