I don't think he's trying to impress, just saying what happened. I appreciate that he doesn't try to make himself the hero.

Too many people are talking shit when their team is winning, then want to fight when their team starts losing.

If you can't take the heat, then stay out of the kitchen trash talking sports fans. Talking trash used to be a fun experience before cats started bumping their gums when their team was winning then resorted to bumping heads when their team got dug out.

That is the best thing I have read all day. It's like an episode of Springer if ESPN were to produce it.

Technically her two nieces were also crying.

Neither do non-bigots.

I assume you carry this attitude thru everything in your life? You are never allowed to complain, ever, about anything because somewhere in the world someone has it so much worse?

It's something she does in literally every column she writes.

When all you have is a hammer everything looks like a nail.

AKA "omg he was rude to me because im fat!" instead of

he was kinda not really rude to me because I was late, it was early, he had just been disappointed he didnt get a row to himself and I'm a rude bitch and I fucking kicked him.

Not just annoying, but that special combination of annoying and self righteous.

"Listen, Jezebel is a safe place..."

The problem here is not that you're fat. It's that you arrived late as hell and had this mindset: "My adrenaline went bonkers. Was someone being a dick to me? In person? At 7 am? In an enclosed space? For no reason? When I have a hangover? And we're about to be stuck next to each other for the next five hours?"

Here's What It's Like To Be Annoying On A Plane

Okay, wait. I'm a fat person, and I know the feeling of judgement on a plane. That said, it sounds like she was being incredibly RUDE. He probably glared at her because she was late - which many people do. And she SHOULD have said 'excuse me" and POLITELY asked him to move. And she certainly shouldn't act like a…

I'll buy that "fat" people have it tough, but your story wasn't a representation of that. It was just you being angry in the morning and then assigning your anger to a target and reason in order to justify it.

Uh, I missed the part where this was about your weight? Didn't you charge on, anxious and frazzled, bump the guy, want him to move, not acknowledge with a polite "excuse me" or "oops, sorry," verbally confront him and instigate, and then kick his bag?

Yeah, the first half of this post reads classic projection, which is a bit unfortunate because it does detract (at least for me) the larger issue of shrinking airline seats in an age of burgeoning waistlines in the latter half of this post.

It sounds as if you were the one who was rude, even according to your OWN ACCOUNT of the confrontation. How old are you that you don't recognize that the adults here can tell that you were the one in the wrong, arriving late to a middle seat, not saying "excuse me," and then proceeding to verbally accost the man who…

He was tired and cranky, and he probably would have been in this situation regardless the size of the row-mate, and the author decided to over-react like fuck over the entire situation.

I missed the part about where he said something about your weight.