Two stops later, I haven't really been paying attention to the people getting on and off the train, but I hear a woman say, in a loud, clear voice as she sinks into a seat behind me "It used to be that a man would offer his seat to a lady, but not any more! Now they just sit there."
For a brief moment, I considered turning to her and saying "Yes, but in those days a woman was considered weak and inferior. A man would offer you a seat because he knew you simply weren't capable of standing for more than a few minutes. He also knew that you were either out gathering groceries or performing some other service for the man that kept you safe and subservient at home or were one of the poor, unfortunate souls who hadn't yet found a man to provide for her, so she had to be out in a world that was clearly too much for her until she managed to find a man."
Yes, I'm feeling sarcastic today, why do you ask?
Ultimately, I didn't because I also thought "You can complain passive-aggresively, but you can't say 'Excuse me, may I sit please?'" Had she said this I would have put my book away and given her my seat. As it was, I didn't even know she was there until she started complaining.
You may commence agreeing or disagreeing with me.