All hope is not lost

[LizzieMaine]

It's far more impressive when chaps give up their seats for old men, old women, pregnant women, older people (or women of any age) lugging heavy stuff and children, handicapped people, exhausted people, etc.


I wouldn't give up my seat for a young woman per se unless she were burdened with stuff, a baby/babies, or seemed handicapped (or very tired).


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Agreed. One of the most intense repressed rages I ever experienced in my life was on the Montreal Metro a few years back. I had just gotten out of the hospital, and could barely walk -- and had to carry an invalid ring wherever I went. I was visibly in pain. And I had to *stand* every time I rode the subway -- not once did one person offer me a seat, not the distinguished gentlemen in suits, not the black-turtleneck hipsters, not the glassy-eyed teenagers with the earphones -- nobody. I was never closer to losing all faith in humanity as I was during that week. If I'd had the strength and knew some decent French curse words, I'd have told the lot of them what I thought of them.

 

[Paisley]

Exactly!

It has long been an observation of mine, that men are very willing to be gentlemanly and mannerly with women in their 'attractiveness to date' pool. (This is true whether they could actually date said woman at that moment or not.....men don't like possibly screwing up vague future chances either).

When they are mannerly and gentlemanly to -anyone-....that's when they are a real gentleman, not just someone trying to 'make a good impression on the hot chick'

I guess those guys think attractive women don't notice their rude behavior.

My best friend used to go dancing with me on occasion. One of my dance partners named Dave never paid that much attention to her, which was OK. But one night, I think he noticed we were friends and he said to her, "I always enjoy dancing with you, Kim." (Kim was a fair to middling dancer; he was very good.) Kim and I had a good laugh over that.

 

[Paisley]

Agreed. One of the most intense repressed rages I ever experienced in my life was on the Montreal Metro a few years back. I had just gotten out of the hospital, and could barely walk -- and had to carry an invalid ring wherever I went. I was visibly in pain. And I had to *stand* every time I rode the subway -- not once did one person offer me a seat, not the distinguished gentlemen in suits, not the black-turtleneck hipsters, not the glassy-eyed teenagers with the earphones -- nobody. I was never closer to losing all faith in humanity as I was during that week. If I'd had the strength and knew some decent French curse words, I'd have told the lot of them what I thought of them.

Sacre bleu!