On a crowded subway? No room to build up the momentum. Unfortunately.
I actually did it once.
Although, in my defense, it was essentially out of pure shock. Also, the groping in question was less an ass-feeling and more under the skirt and forwards, if you see what I mean. It was pure reflex on my part. I felt fingers where there oughtn’t be fingers atall and was swinging as I turned. Sadly for my groper, I don’t hit like a girl. I hit like I have a black belt. However, after the fact, I decided I was totally prepared to meet any legal action he may have initiated. Totally worth it. As it happens, other than a brief statement to the transit cops and being late for dinner, I never heard about it again.
The only other time I had a grabber (at least in the NY transit system), it turns out that he deliberately felt up random women in order to get the seat he wanted on the train. He’d sit next to some woman with a window seat in the row he wanted and commence feeling them up as surreptitiously as possible in an effort to get them to get up and leave - leaving him with the window seat. According to the conductor on the train, they’d caught him at it twice before pulling the same trick. What a charmer!
Women grope men in kilts? I mean, god, I’ve been tempted, but…I have restraint!
The biggest things I learned from my self-defence classes was the self-confidence, and the fact that people don’t listen unless you are clear and concise. So never shout “Help!” Be very clear as to what is going on, what you want stopped, and what you want others to do if anything. Rather than “Help me!” Say “Call 911! She’s bleeding!” Or “Get your fucking hand off my ass!”
Try the Laverne & Shirley (at least I think that’s where I saw this) method: stomp on a foot then put a knee in the nuts.
Obviously keturah is one who is so inclined. 
I wonder how hard it would be to get “the Laverne & Shirley” into the slang lexicon to mean a stomp on the foot and then a knee to the nuts. As in, “This guy grabbed my ass on the subway and I turned around and gave him the ol’ Laverne & Shirley”.
ruckus would ensue because men would be staying on the subway longer just hoping for a little grab.
That’s what I meant!
Don’t you mean, “penis would ensue”?
I’ll do my best to ensure this happens. Hell, I’ll even go out and give random guys who look at me funny the Laverne and Shirley, just so I can tell everyone about it later.
It might take a little practice to perfect that… the first few guys might only get Laverne or Shirley until I get the motion down.
Or “Get your fucking hand off my ass!” followed momentarily by “Call 911! He’s bleeding!”
One can only dream.
That would be cool; me, I’m working on having the “Home Depot Special” entered. I’m gonna start my PR campaign off with “The Home Depot Special: the new Saturday Night Special.”
Whoa! Failure to complete a proper Laverne and Shirley can result in receiving a wicked Lenny and Squiggy.
(You don’t want to know…)
When I was a uni student I had a job handing out free newspapers at a railway station in the city.
Some guy grabbed me on the backside as he was passing me by. I dropped my pile of newspapers and ran after him yelling, “keep your hands off me you filthy pervert” or words to that effect.
He got such a fright he just ran, and I chased him, still yelling, all the way to the street corner, where he scuttled across the road just ahead of a red light. I have no idea what I would have done if I’d caught up with him, but the sight of him running away is still a happy memory.
Men like that depend on their victims being too embarrassed and ashamed to speak up so they can get away with their behaviour … I’m all in favour of speaking up and shaming them in public.
I had a friend do that, except she took her umbrela to the guy. 
Unfortunately, she went after the wrong guy :eek: and spend overnight in jail. 
Once I was riding into work one morning with my first wife. She was able to stand in the row in front of the bench seating (which is a little less squished than the people who have to stand between them and the people standing in front of opposite bench). I was behind her, but got displaced a bit because of the crowds.
I looked down to see that this guy had the back of his hand on my wife’s ass! He was handing on a strap, pretending to be asleep, but I noticed that even though his body would move back and forth, his hand never separated.
A good swift punch in the ribs never solves problems, but it sure made me feel better.
Tokyo has more of its share of groppers. It used to be much worse, but there is a much needed increased public awareness and there have been more and more people getting arrested for this.
Unfortunately, there is a downside in that people who are falsely acused have an extremely difficult time clearing their names. There’s a book and a movie out now about a guy who was accused of fondling a girl, was arrested and convicted, before finally getting it overturned on appeal.
The trains are too crowded here, so it’s going to remain a problem. Many train and subway lines have women only trains during the rush hours.
At least he didn’t kancho you :eek:
The stickpin would be ideal for just such a situation. A little prick for a little prick.
There’s still a chance something might be tranferred by accident - unless you drop the pin immediately after you stick the guy. Even so, it sounds iffy. The subways in Seoul are so crowded that you’d probably end up jabbing someone else by accident. Not that the jerks don’t deserve to be stuck with a pin.
Big prick is better. You can’t remove a little prick unless you have a bigger one.
This may be a bit of a hijack–its directed against perverts in general. I was on a date with my girlfriend at Pike Place Market in Seattle. As a native, I had never been there, and she really wanted to go. So we went, had a great touristy time. On our way out, a young, scruffy lookin’ guy started following us. Because of the crowds, we had to walk single file, me in front (I make a much better people plow than her: 6’ 0" 200lbs vs 5’4" 120). I had noticed him watching my gf as we passed. As we walked back to our car, still in single file because of the crowded side walk, he pushed his way right behind her, and just started talking. No touching mind you, but talking.
My gf is incredibly petite. Combine that with blond hair, pink cheeks, and a shy demeanor, she looks five years younger than she actually is. I am guessing that is why this guy targeted her. He just keeps whispering behind her, “You’re scared of a black man, eh? Won’t turn around, suck 'is cock, eh? To big for you, eh? Can’t take a big, black man’s cock in your a**, pink cheeks? In this crowd ain’t nobody ever going to know if I dragged you off into this alley here–come on, pinkey, baby, you want this black…[etc]”
We figure, this guy is going to go away, right? No. Follows us two blocks in this crowd, whispering the entire time. I am not particularly worried about rape in the crowd, but democritess is scared. Finally the side walk opens up a bit, I pull democritess behind me to confront the guy. And I finally see what he has been doing:
He has his fly down, and is jerking off to whatever fantasy my gf was obviously a central figure in. He just kept going right at while I was watching him, still talking to democritess. By whatever instinct, I pull out the kershaw flip knife I always carry with me, make some vague threat about castration/penectomy. Rather than stopping, the guy just wandered off, still wanking for all he was worth.
We mention it to the first cop we see. Apparently they had been trying to catch this guy for a while, ask us for names and info in case they need us to testify in court. Never got a call, so I assume he is out there somewhere, wanking off behind cute blond girls.
Watch yourself, ladies. Carry a knife so if you happen on this fellow, you can cut off his little prick and send it to me.