Me literally every time some jerk on the train tries to spread his (and it is always ‘his’) legs across 3 seats.
Yo, you can pack a bag and take this train all the way to the Men’s Rights headquarters. I’m sick of some dinky high school boy trying to nudge me out of the way so he can take up both arm rests.
As half the human race, women and girls hereby claim exactly one half of the space in the world - no less - and the unconditional right to occupy it.
Also, the moon is ours, has been since ancient times. Stay off our moon. You are welcome to visit the sun if you like.
That’s right bitches.
THE MOON IS OURS.