Activists said that by spreading their legs, men demonstrate their alpha maleness and insult the feelings of the fair sex nearby.

A video has appeared on the YouTube channel of activist Anna Dovgalyuk, which contains a compilation of numerous episodes of the action. Feminists have long been fighting against so-called manspreading, and the first victims were men from the St. Petersburg metro.

“The action required 30 liters of water mixed with six liters of bleach. This solution is a hundred times more concentrated than the mixture used by housewives when washing. It eats away the colors on the fabric in a matter of minutes,” Anna Dovgalyuk.

This is the second high-profile event organized by Dovgalyuk’s supporters. In the previous video, they showed what they had under their skirts.

The organizers do not report the consequences of the action, but judging by the reaction of some of the “victims,” they suffered quite a bit. Nevertheless, the activists are not going to stop and plan to organize a rally in Moscow and Kazan.

St. Petersburg feminist explained why she pours bleach between men's legs

A student from St. Petersburg, 21-year-old Anna Dovgalyuk, published a video manifesto against manspreading (when a man sits with his legs spread wide). The girl poured bleach mixed with water on those men who were sitting in a similar position in the subway car. With her actions, Anna wants to draw attention to the “disgusting phenomenon that is being fought all over the world.” She told the details in an interview with Life.

- How did this even come to mind?

The idea originated quite a long time ago. The first mention of manspreading was made in 1915. This is a misdemeanor in New York and Los Angeles. There are indeed penalties for this. In our country, unfortunately, such people are not punished in any way. Although they greatly disturb women and children when they widely spread their legs and fall apart on the entire bench.

Even as a child, I myself was pressed by such people when I was riding on the subway. Mostly men did this. They didn't let me sit properly. And the idea arose when I read about such a phenomenon in the Russian media that year.

- Isn’t it easier to ask? Why pour?

In mild forms, very often people do not understand, such information does not reach them. We mixed water and bleach so that the stains remained on the clothes. So that it would be an identifying mark. Yes, this is property damage, but people did not file complaints.

-Aren't you afraid of what they'll write?

I don’t think a person will go because of some jeans. Well, as a last resort, I'll buy new ones.

- How did people react?

Everything is different. There were also those who were very angry and ran after my friend. Some didn't say anything.

According to the video, you pour bleach onto your jeans just seconds before the train doors open. Is this to make it easier to escape?

Yes. Well, if we come across an inappropriate young man, we don’t want to get into a fight.

- How many are you?

My friends and several people are on the team with me. I won't tell you who exactly. These are my old friends. They just decided to participate with me.

- Do you have a young man?

- And what did he say?

He hasn't seen it yet.

There are plans to go to Moscow and Kazan.

Ksyusha Sobchak gave birth. Then she went on a spree. The woman works hard for her son, she tries. Ksenia even published a photo with the baby. Don't forget to spread your legs. She loses weight after giving birth, but without spreading her legs you won’t get any results. Mommy is awesome.

Ksenia earns everything possible ways. What her man does is a mystery. But the nanny will raise the child and will not go anywhere. Not a mother, but a cuckoo. The main thing is money. And glory. And likes. And... what else do star girls need to be happy?

Without money, of course, a comfortable life is impossible. With Sobchak’s profession, it is dangerous to disappear for a long time - they will forget and not remember. But what prevents you from moderating your ardor somewhat and not getting into all the holes just to show off, but just being with the child?

Many stars carry their children with them (babies do well everywhere if their mother is nearby). Many ordinary mothers work hard at night, staring at the monitor. A child needs his mother by his side for up to 3 years, then he can fly away on a business trip and go on vacation (if his conscience doesn’t gnaw at him). But even three years of mild inconvenience is too long for Sobchak...

Yesterday we just wrote about a 19-year-old model who is fighting manspreading by pouring bleach on men who are sitting in in public places with legs spread wide apart. It would seem, what's wrong with this? But feminists argue that men sit in this position for a reason: they thereby supposedly demonstrate their “maleness” by dominating others. We figured out what theories about widely spaced male legs even exist.

Domination

It’s true that many people think so. In New York, they even recently began to arrest men who sit on the subway with their legs spread wide: thus, the American authorities recognized that this position is aggressive - for both women and men. According to body language, legs spread wide apart is a challenge, a demonstration of the genitals. And if this is condemned by nature in women, then in men it is even encouraged to some extent. It is not without reason that many male animals actively demonstrate their dignity before mating or fighting.

Complexes

Every psychologist will tell you about the concept of “overcompensation.” When a person has not solved some of his personal problems, he unconsciously begins to demonstrate this. Women who are afraid of getting old look ridiculously young. Men, afraid of appearing weak, pretend to be arrogant louts and so on.

Orientation demonstration

Based on life observations, a homosexual is most likely to close his legs or put one leg on top of the other. Perhaps the fact is that many representatives of minorities tend to be a little more feminine, and women, as we wrote above, are not supposed to spread their legs in any way.

It's cooler this way

Well, why are you laughing? No one has canceled physiology. The male genital organs are located outside the body and for normal functioning they must remain at a lower temperature so that spermatozoa mature properly. Therefore, many men, perhaps, thereby “ventilate” their genitals. Urologists will even praise them: they advise men not to wear tight, constricting underwear and not to turn on, say, heated seats in the car - precisely so that everything THERE stays cool.

Fear of pain

Every man will say that a blow below the belt is very, very sensitive for them. Perhaps, by spreading his legs and thereby protecting himself from possible touches, the man is simply protecting himself.

It is more comfortable

Or maybe there is no social catch in this and it’s just comfortable to sit like this? Of course, a girl (even in jeans) sitting in such a position is rarely seen. But if we discard all prejudices and spatial restrictions, surely all people would sit exactly like that.

Our columnist talks about a strange incident that happened in the St. Petersburg metro

A certain “social activist”Anna Dovgalyukdeclared war on “transport machismo.” The woman posted a video online showing her like-minded woman in the St. Petersburg subway. Dovgalyuk later explained that this “ugly behavior” of men is called “manspreading.”

Neologism " manspreading"was invented and launched to the masses by feminists from the USA five years ago. Frightened transport officials hastened to support the warlike maidens (with them once again prefer not to get involved). The New York City-based Metropolitan Transportation Author even came up with the slogan: “Dude, stop splaying your head, please!” ( Dude, stop the spread please!).

Please?! Oh no, this is not for feminists. They hounded the “culprits” on the Internet, doused them, and dirty them. It got to the point that two Latin Americans for “spreading” in public transport even tried in New York. There were no prison sentences, however.

The fashion for this unprecedented stupidity, thank God, has passed. Critics of the fashionable movement “for equal rights” rightly noted that, in fact, ill-mannered women also exist in the subway. Very often they put their bags next to them, taking up more than one space. It's not a matter of a person's gender, but of his upbringing. And for the word manspreading came up with a new answering term - she-bagging, which literally means “her clothes.”

What if a resident of St. Petersburg, so to speak, was inspired to “hype” in this way? Unclear. It is only clear that this action is not for respect for fellow citizens, but against men. “So we are talking purely about the struggle for a place in the sun? – a Komsomolskaya Pravda journalist asks a question on his page. Sergey Ponomarev. - But then why pour water on the crotch, and not, for example, on the ankles? No, I think the motive here is still sexist.”

The video blogger echoes him Andrey Yakovlev: “No one throws water on fat people in the subway, who take up a lot of space. Or women with big breasts, especially if it’s low-cut.” Indeed, if you press yourself, it will already be sexual harassment. This means I have to keep my distance.

“Why not just politely ask the man to move? – a representative of the fair sex writes on the Internet Elena Skulkina. “The absolute majority will respond to such a request with understanding, I know from myself.”

Dovgalyuk and his girlfriends are obviously offended by men for something and act in line with radical American feminism, saturated with hatred. Here are some quotes from legendary women's movement activists.

• “I want to see a man beaten to a bloody pulp, with a heel stuffed into his mouth like an apple in a pig’s mouth” (Andrea Dworkin).
• “All sex, even consensual sex between married couples, is an act of violence by a man against a woman” (Catharine McKinnon).
• “To call a man an animal means to flatter him; he is a machine, a walking vibrator” (Valerie Salange).
• “The number of men should be reduced and maintained at 10% of the total population” (Sally Gerhard).

However, feminism was not initially so disgusting. October marks the two hundredth anniversary of the death of the first American feminist. Abigail Adams. This lady also believed that the male character was “initially tyrannical.” But this did not stop her from being the wife of the second US president and the mother of the sixth. She loved them, despite the fact that women's suffrage in the United States came much later - in 1920.

I would like to hope that feminists in our country will focus not on crazy American women, but on the pioneer of this movement in Russia Maria Arbatova, which became popularly known after the cult program of the 90s “I Am Myself.” 20 years have passed, and I still remember how the feminine Maria taught men from the screen how to get acquainted with the opposite sex in an original way so that they don’t “send you away.”

“A guy with a big box came into the elevator with me,” said Masha. “He put her on the floor, caught his breath and said: “Girl, I ask for your help. I have a very difficult task: I need to somehow get your phone before the elevator stops on my floor.” I gave him the number without thinking."

American feminist aunts would have killed the unfortunate young man to hell...

A woman’s body, of course, is a temple. Not even a temple, but a mosque: do not enter with shoes, kneel, believe, pray, love.

-What's wrong with him? - I ask a girl I know, meaning “why didn’t you give it to him?”

He was a normal man - handsome, fashionable, slightly boring, but in moderation.

In response, she makes this special “I didn’t grow my flower for him” face. He shrugs his shoulders, sadness in his eyes. "That's not it."

To be honest, I can't remember how they phrase it. The point is that the man seems not bad, but somehow falls short of their lofty, shining ideals.

God, God. Where are those wonderful years when I could say directly: “Honey, if no one fucks you tomorrow, screw you. You're drying up right before your eyes. Pull yourself together - spread your legs, drink a glass of whiskey in one gulp, sit on anyone’s dick.”

Now I'm an adult. So understanding. I, too, know how to shrug my shoulders and pretend that all people are different, and that what is God’s is for God, and what is Caesar’s for Caesar. But deep down, under the layers of this adult acquired false understanding, I know: without sex, everyone is screwed, even those who believe that he has a sluggish temperament.

There is none of this sluggishness. There is self-hypnosis and a habit of inconvenience that turns cheerful, passionate people into nervous-paralytic nerds.

And now it’s morning, you’re walking away after this adventure, and you’re in a wonderful mood, because - yes! - something happened in your life. Something to write home about

- Beautiful?! - I’m worried.

“So, you know...” she thinks. - Now I’ll show you a photo of my grandmother. She is also small, round, with bulging eyes and no neck. In reality, they are very similar.

- How's the sex?

She sighs. Then he laughs.

- I didn’t understand at all! He has something there... Well, I don’t know, it’s like it’s his first time. It’s good that at least I didn’t stay the night.

I don’t have the question “Then why?” - I myself can answer: at least some sex is better than no sex.

Photo: Tim Macpherson/Getty Images

First, people want to be touched. They touched and kissed so that the penis ended up between the woman’s legs. This, however, is already excellent in itself.

Secondly, sex and, as it were, romance is an adventure. So many things! Well, flirting, and you dressed up in beautiful things, and you go somewhere, walk, and make witty jokes, and then there’s wine, there’s limoncello (or Jägermeister), then there’s someone else’s bed, someone else’s life, a smell... And even if everything is modest and pale, it’s still interesting.

And now it’s morning, you’re walking like this after this adventure, and you’re in a wonderful mood, because - yes! - something happened in your life. There is something to write home about.

Personally, I really like being truly in love, getting incredible pleasure from sex with the most the best man. But if it's not there, I'll take what's available.

Many women think that sex should only be with a Special Man. Who is exactly in your style, smart/cheerful, and so polite, and looks after him beautifully, and in appearance, even if he is not your ideal, you still like him incredibly.

And I think this is all nonsense. Such men - they don’t come across every day. And you need sex all the time. And some kind of even the most wretched romance is also needed at least once a week. Dating, drinking, wandering around bars, impressions, touching. Let's be honest: without all this, it's just a paragraph.

Tel Aviv, club, whiskey, techno, heat. I can't-die - two weeks without sex. "Come with me?" - asks someone's friend. Well... it'll do. “I’ll go!” I need. I really need it.

Let's say the next evening his friends didn't like him. “What,” they say, “is this nonsense?” Ok, let's fire you. But I had a hot night, he’s a funny man, we had a great time practicing with him and laughing. Very warm and good impressions. It seems that some neighbors opposite were watching our sex on the terrace - well, okay, it made them happy.

Personally, I really like being truly in love, getting incredible pleasure from sex with the best man. But if this is not there, I will take what is there. Sitting at home and rubbing your vagina against the wall, howling in despair, is not my option.

Better a so-so partner and so-so sex than nothing at all. Why, after all, was all this wine invented?

Sorry, but it’s not museums, movies, dancing and hanging out with girlfriends that make our lives truly exciting. Yes, yes, I agree: all this is wonderful, wonderful, but there is no more exciting adventure than sex. Even if he's bad. Well, or so-so. And sometimes, by the way, with an unexpected person there is a complete blowout: you don’t pretend to be anything, you are very drunk, and all this suddenly reveals some abysses in you. You can learn a lot of new things about yourself.

Even if you have cast iron legs that are glued together with liquid nails, saw them, ladies, chop them, but move them apart

And not only about myself. New people bring new hobbies. Thanks to one of my lovers, who was a very cool guy, but the sex with whom was... well, so sweet, but average, for already opening me up to several excellent and now favorite musicians. Overall, we had a wonderful time. Yes, the earth did not shake. But it was great.

The fact is that happiness from revelations with friends is, of course, a special joy. But this is the state (even if we evaluate it purely technically) when in front of you is a man (or woman) with whom you flirt, who likes you and in front of whom you undress, and he hugs you, kisses you, and you also touch him everywhere - well, that’s different. Much brighter, exciting, emotional, adventurous. Sorry, but no amount of female blah blah blah and “oh, I’ll love this movie forever” can compare.

Even if you have cast iron legs that are glued together with liquid nails, saw them, ladies, chop them, but move them apart if you are completely soured and the condition is such that you want to cry and suddenly pray.

There is no need to walk around with tweezers and a magnifying glass and examine any candidate like a crime scene. Are you getting married? Are you going to the red carpet with him? Enjoy the moment - even if it's a compromise. Eventually you will have something to talk about. And this is definitely better than a life in which nothing, nothing happens at all.

“His penis is so small that I didn’t feel anything at all!” - friend is having fun.

Sometimes disadvantages are advantages. If only because we have been talking about them for three hours - and we want more, but it’s already morning. Life - it has to happen somehow, and, you know, the search for an ideal is not about events, but about stagnation. Live, and the ideal will appear someday. The main thing is that there is sex, in the broadest and non-literal (and literal, of course, too) sense.