Supporting calls for more men to be arrested and caged for ‘manspreading’, Telegraph writer Louise Burke
fantasises recounts how she was once ‘groped by a man’s knee’ on the London underground, leaving her feeling as though she had been raped and traumatised for life. Or, as one reader commented, ’50 Shades of Testicle Envy’.
The suit-clad knee was jamming into my thigh so hard I could feel the quickening pulse of its owner through the fabric.
I edged sideways until my legs were awkwardly pushed up against the wall of my window seat on the train, but still his limb strayed up against mine. He opened a broadsheet newspaper across his lap – and half-way across mine – and pretended to read.
Mortified and trapped, I held my breath as I tried to decide what to do.
The passengers around me had no idea what he was doing – the paper was blocking the view of his leg and even if it hadn’t been, he probably just looked like any other careless bloke taking up too much leg room.
But at close quarters, his nervous breathing and the pressure of his leg betrayed the thrill he was getting from making me his target…
..I stood at the carriage doors without looking back until I reached my station, then walked home, checking regularly that I wasn’t being followed. I felt dirty and ashamed I had been too cowardly to say anything.
This sorry experience resurfaced as I read the news that two men have just been arrested for manspreading on the New York metro