The two worst times for dicks on the New York subway: when the train car is empty or when it’s crowded. As a teenager, if I found myself in an empty car, I would immediately leave – even if it meant changing cars as the train moved, which terrified me. Because, if I didn’t, I just knew the guy sitting across from me would inevitably lift his newspaper to reveal a semihard cock, and even if he wasn’t planning on it, I sure wasn’t going to sit there and worry about it for the whole ride.
I have a feeling that Ms. Valenti might be slightly over egging matters here.
That there are flashers is entirely true. That every New York subway car either contains one or is likely to is probably not.
Quite apart from the fact that an empty subway car will contain no flashers at all.
But I do think we’ve got a good explanation for Ms. Valenti in general here. As above, there are no doubt flashers out there. I would reckon it’s odds on that most (all?) women have been subject to such indignity at some point. But it’s a very very large leap from the occasional nutter flashing numerous women over the years to women believing that men in general are going to do this given the chance. And it’s that leap which I think explains much of Ms. Valenti.