I’m imagining this subway groper refusing to get out of bed and whining that women are so mean. He’s chewing on the corner of his pillow and complaining that the pillow is getting icky.
We don’t know the name of this man because he escaped before the police arrived. He knows his name, though. He just can’t quite put it together in his head well enough to realize what a fart he is.
No, that isn’t speculation on my part. If you’ve known enough people like him, you find them predictable.
The woman he assaulted took a risk, but if she’d been passive that would have been risky, too. To her, all I can say is, “Way to go, lady.”