You have been elbowing my boob for the last 5 minutes. I realize I'm not the most endowed woman, but boobs of any size are significantly more dense than air. I.E. you are definitely aware that your elbow is digging into my Bs. Its crowded and hot and yes the red line sucks right now, but come on.
Sincerely,
ECK
I really feel that people have a big problem with the whole crowd factor in this city. I totally sympathize with wanting to ignore certain pests. I am absolutely one of those people who doesn't want to "save the children" or "give a moment for Planned Parenthood" and I generally do everything possible to avoid people holding a clip board. Its a skill you naturally develop to get away from marketing. BUT, its silly to pretend that there are no other people with us, esp. in confined spaces. Its disembodiment to a whack degree. I don't need people talking to me or reading over my shoulder but if you're actually rubbing epidermis with me, acknowledge it.
My friend S brought up the bitterly competitive "who will move first" game when people are getting elbowed on a crowded train. You both know its happening but the elbower is off in NoOneElseIsHere Land and the elbowee would rather be bruised brown than give way to the inconsiderate insitgator of the match.
Here's what I suggest: Elbowing happens. You don't even have to SAY anything about it (a sorry would be ideal, but this is America so...). Just don't pretend like its not happening.
ECK
I really feel that people have a big problem with the whole crowd factor in this city. I totally sympathize with wanting to ignore certain pests. I am absolutely one of those people who doesn't want to "save the children" or "give a moment for Planned Parenthood" and I generally do everything possible to avoid people holding a clip board. Its a skill you naturally develop to get away from marketing. BUT, its silly to pretend that there are no other people with us, esp. in confined spaces. Its disembodiment to a whack degree. I don't need people talking to me or reading over my shoulder but if you're actually rubbing epidermis with me, acknowledge it.
My friend S brought up the bitterly competitive "who will move first" game when people are getting elbowed on a crowded train. You both know its happening but the elbower is off in NoOneElseIsHere Land and the elbowee would rather be bruised brown than give way to the inconsiderate insitgator of the match.
Here's what I suggest: Elbowing happens. You don't even have to SAY anything about it (a sorry would be ideal, but this is America so...). Just don't pretend like its not happening.
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