My seat for your vote?

I’ve never been asked to give up my seat ever. Maybe I’m just lucky. Lucky to have a seat in the first place, of course. Ho ho.

Commuting can really suck sometimes. Like today. Because of the time my lecture ends at, I always miss a train by less than a minute on Mondays and Thursdays. I’ve got to wait for twenty-five minutes until the next one. Despite the long wait, though, the train is already sitting there waiting for me to get on.

Today, though, there was no train to greet me. Infact, the whole area of the station I was standing in seemed incredibly quiet, although I don’t know if I was only noticing this because my train wasn’t there.

My train finally limped in, five minutes after it was due to depart. Everybody crowded on, but things didn’t look good, especially since the cleaner was trying to force the (electronic) toilet door shut. And the fact that the train appeared at least half an hour after it usually does. After having sat down for five minutes we were finally informed that “this set has been deemed a failure” — talk about jargon!

There’s an article on BBC News Online by a man on a Fife–Edinburgh rush hour train who refused to give up his seat to a woman. It’s incredible that somebody should think that they have more right to a seat on the train just because they’re female.

But does anybody know what the right to vote has to do with it, as Paul Anderson maintains? That’s just stupid (mind you, I think if most people were given the choice of either an automatic seat on the train or their vote, they would probably take the seat).

Then Anderson makes it even worse by pulling out this dreadully old (and clearly incorrect) cliche:

But, I suppose, being a member of THE most discriminated against minority (white, middle-aged, heterosexual males) that my opinion will be dismissed as male chauvinist claptrap.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

If I was asked to give up my seat for somebody for the sole fact that they were female, I would just say, “why should I?” and stick my headphones back in. Bringing the right to vote into it actually did turn Anderson into a chauvanist.

Via akatsuki.


  1. Really? “Why should I?” Is chivalry dead in the kingdom? Maybe I’m just lazy, I’d rather just surrender the seat than risk having to argue about it… If anyone needs the seat enough to ask for it then they need it more than I do.

  2. i would always give my seat to a female if they were forced to stand. i dont think im particulary chauvinistic by doing that, its just good manners. most people appreiate it. i would also give up my seat to an elderly person, a disabled person or a child. however, if someone asked me directly for my seat, i might just think about it. thats rude.

  3. Heh – I read this too and wondered whether or not you would comment.

    I wouldn’t dream of making someone give up their seat, although I do get annoyed when kids get their own seat on a busy train. I’m not saying that they should stand, but they could budge up a bit/sit on their parent’s lap.

    Of course if Scotrail laid on more carriages and people moved their crap off the seat and onto the overhead shelf, the problem would be solved immediately…

  4. Personally, I’ll give up my seat for anyone who looks like they need it, especially the elderly, disabled, pregnant, etc. Whether they’re male or female has very little to do with it — anyone who looks like they’re struggling to stand more than I am gets my seat.

    I don’t think it’s chauvinistic for men to do so, unless it’s done in a patronising way. There are physical differences between men and women after all!

    Personally I’m not offended if a man offers me his seat — it’s a nice gesture. But if he looks like he needs it more, I’ll say thank you and refuse!

    Incidentally, somebody should teach Anderson the meaning of the word minority — while straight men definitely are NOT a minority, however discriminated against he might feel!

  5. I understand some women are wearing ‘Baby on Board’ badges to show that they’re actually pregnant and not just obese, thus sparing men the potential embarrassment of offering their seat to a lardarse.