Taking an above-ground train today (plot point that is important later due to a phone call) as per usu. on my way from work to my apartment. It's the Bronx and I've worked here over a year, nothing too sketchy's ever happened, but this was very bad: I walk onto a train car featuring lady with tinted hair laying punches on this guy, defending his face, backed up against the car doors. The lady is saying "WHATCHU GONNA DO! WHATCHU GONNA DO!" So female on male abuse in front of a large audience that shows mild concern with their voices, and a shit test for all to see. She's asking, Are you gonna do something about what I'm doing right now? You're not gonna punch back, are you? It would be the end of him if he did, and her search for Mr Dominate Me Right Now would be satisfied and her shit test passed. The guy is literally screaming "LOOK WHO'S DOING IT! I'M THE VICTIM HERE!" or something along those lines, trying to make eye contact with someone on the train. "I'm NOT the one doing this!"
They stop for a second because the guy raises a finger like "that's enough" etc, and he holds still, and he says something like, "E-NOUGH. That's ENOUGH of this," but then doesn't say anything else, waiting for a reaction from her. Honestly he looked like a new dog owner who bought a scary-ass dog and had no idea what he got himself into; his eyes were completely deceiving him. They were saying "yes I've been bad" or "I'm scared," instead of that proper anger that puts someone in their place. She literally stares at him for a moment and there's silence, and I was back-diagonal from her so I couldn't make out her expression, but it was clear just from his face that he wasn't weighing enough man power to change what this uncivilized beast was doing. And it's so dumb that we have to think "damn, he wasn't confident enough so he has to get hit," because feminists don't think "man, if only I thought or responsibly acted upon this then I wouldn't have been 'raped' / had that sex I now regret."
I'm wondering why he isn't rolling his eyes and changing train cars. Why are they together. Why does he need to even entertain this. Could he be financially dependent on her? She was pretty ugly and pushing the early 40s, to be nice. He spouted having a criminal record to everybody on the train between punches, but that he didn't do anything wrong in matters of domestic abuse, so he still wanted a cop there. "Video! Video!" he was saying, to no avail. Naturally, I was phoneless, having recently dropped my phone into the toilet, but my intervention is coming up soon anyway.
After the second shit test of silence wasn't passed, she goes at the punches again. But he's getting mad going "I'ma hit you woman! You gonna make me snap!" etc. I was thinking, shit dude, don't, seriously, hold it, you'll pay with your life. Finally he gives this really firm smack with the palm of his hand on the top of her head, sort of swinging his arm in a downward motion, she braces her neck but it obviously didn't do smack.
Guess how the audience responds! "Ohhh!" they audibly murmur, because the lady literally throwing punches at this guy was reacted as if it were, I repeat the expression, some really aggressive dog bite-tugging at its owner, and the man-to-woman self-defense strike was analogically reacted to similarly (he hit a dog omg animal abuse!).
Of course right when he gives that half-ass smack she goes "YOU'RE GOING TO PRISON! IT'S OVER! I'MA GET THE POLICE!" etc., backing up and grabbing onto a pole and pointing with her other hand. "That was abuse!" "No, no it wasn't!" I say, seated. I think I'm saying this more to get the train car, whoever cared, on my side to recapitulate what had clearly happened so they couldn't think away the entire scene the lady was doing, this guy up against the wall of the car, especially if a police was about to come in, so the story would be straight. "You were throwing and throwing punches!" I said, making sweeping gestures with my arm for some reason. "Over and over again!" "Yes thank you!" the victim-guy says, and the guy next to me in the big coat starts calling the cops. "He wasn't hitting you. He wasn't hitting you" I say. "You, you with the punches, you perpetrated this, this was your fight," I go on, running my mouth at this point, what the fuck is happening.
"Yes. Hello. Man and a woman fighting on the train. We're passing by [some station] now."
"Don't say it was a man and a woman!" the being-hit guy says. "Say what happened!" Obviously she goes back at the punches.
At that point I also wasn't sure who this guy in the big jacket on the phone next to me was siding with. "She was hitting him" I tell him and my heart is palpitating I guess because of the whole talking-to-strangers-punching-each-other thing so I was speaking unnecessarily. The guy says to the cop on the phone "Yeah no the woman is hitting the man."
The lady is going off again "you're going to prison this is the end of you" to him and I say "you know something?" and for whatever reason she listens. This isn't a soft music playing in the background type thing, it was just her giving me her full attention for whatever reason, but with the blankness you give a stranger on the subway who just randomly talks to you, the rail-screeching still going on in the background, the train turbulence. "If you do take him to court? Then yeah, actually, because you're a lady, you can win. The judge, everyone, will side with you, if you decide to lie." I'm unconsciously doing that thing where I slightly nod and look around the train car, not for approval but like "you saw it right?" between giving it to her straight, like a teacher calling out a student on something shitty and selfish for the umpteenth time and making an example of her. Then I finish along the lines of "but it's up to you if you'll tell the truth, you decide this man's fate." She holds her stare with me but it's as empty as her head, there's nothing behind it. Not anger, not defeat, not reconciliation.
It gets clear that the guy next to me called the cops on her, and the man she was beating starts speaking up again and talking back to her, yelling, "all these people, they know! they know!" so she busts off the subway car at the last minute at Simpson Street before the doors close, as if she were afraid he would come after her and they'd both have to sing-song with the same cop, god forbid. There was a moment when she was still on the train and victim-guy was reasonably scared and was about to leave, but she leaves first, swinging her Louis Vuitton (I think) bag, which was somehow safely caressed into her elbow while she was punching him one arm after the other. Only a lady can punch a man with a little handbag on her elbow and have the purse and her body still be intact. Not even a gay man can get away with that. (I am a gay man, disclaimer, that wasn't homophobic, blah blah.)
They're gone, and the guy next to me in the thick dark coat who made the phone call then out of the blue started telling me about the kind of misandry he's seen. He had kind eyes, huge hands, and I don't know any other group of people (besides men) who can talk about their victimization with a gentle spark in the eye, something that's the same flavor as plausible deniability, like, "I'm talking about being victimized unfairly, but I'm being nice about it don't worry!" It was just in his eyes, not in his voice or character, and it was warm and not needy. He told me he's been trying to get custody of his daughter for 17 years, then tells me a story about this couple he knew where the lady wanted her husband's house, which he of course paid for. She would literally bruise the guy fighting and this guy refused to hit her back, and after one fight, she tore her own clothes to frame him and called the police. A cop comes to arrest the guy, hears the guy out, sees the bruises, sees what's up, and let's the girl leave, girl doesn't get the place at least. In fact it even feels weird to think that a girl would get in prison for that kind of thing, and that's what's so messed up.
Then he tells me about little boys he's seen be given little baby toys to push around in strollers in order to develop their feminine side. He tells me that now women are going to school more than men, women are surpassing men like never before, but that's dandy with everyone, and no one's trying to equalize it -- these things I already knew. Maleness is bad news now. He gets off at 125th Street, and the train audience has shifted too, familiar apathetic faces mixed with new people who didn't see the showdown.
What the fuck is this world. Coming from PUA in search of relationship-win somehow turned into my becoming interested and learning about the power dynamics of the world, and damn. Has it ever been this challenging to prove how bad a certain group have it? History is filled with lack of sympathy for oppressed classes etc, but at least you can see the shit going on. What kind of masquerade is this?
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