There's a lot of creeps sketching around the subway systems of the world. Hence the invention of the Personal Space Dress, a Hello Kitty-pink apparatus that blows up like a puffer fish whenever someone gets too close for comfort.
When I was little I used to have a pair of stuffed monkeys whose arms velcroed around each other. Back then, I thought it meant they loved each other. But maybe they'd just spent an evening together at someone's house and discovered they both kind of liked prog-rock. And were, you know, being polite. When did hugging…
The Atlantic's Jeffrey Goldberg proposes that men wear kilts on a day of protest against new gropey TSA policies. We suppose women could go pantyless, but somehow that seems less like a less effective fuck-you. Still, the dissent is building.
It's not easy being a private person in a hugger's world.