So this is a conversation I had with a friend about a week ago:
Me: Did you see the post on Blog X?
Friend: You mean where he put up a picture of a poster in Williamsburg that tells women to move to a side when men are likely to bump into them?
Me: Yep, that’s the one.
Friend: Ugh, disgusting. The frummies keep making up new chumrahs every day.
Me: But that poster is just put up by one meshugane guy. Same guy who hires a car with a microphone every chol hamoed, shouting that no one should go and see the plays and presentations performed at different venues. He’s a fruitcake.
Friend: It doesn’t matter. The poster reflects what people think.
Me: Really? Have you been to Williamsburg lately? I challenge you to stand at a street corner and watch the pedestrian traffic. Keep a running count of how many men move aside for women and vice versa. I’m willing to bet in advance that you’ll find fewer women moving aside for men than the other way around. So obviously, people don’t think this is normal.
Friend: That’s not an accurate way of assessing these things. If there are such posters hanging in Williamsburg, it means the powers in Williamsburg approve it and believe this admonishment of women is correct.
Me: Well, in the subway at Union Square today, there were about fifteen people holding posters and pamphlets that claimed the world was coming to an end. Apparently, Judgment Day was almost here, and we were all done for. If your argument is correct, that would mean New Yorkers approve this message and believe it to be accurate.
Friend: Sorry, I don’t have time to discuss this further. My final starts in an hour, so I gotta run.
So here I am, one week later, still not sure whether I’m right or wrong. I hate when an argument doesn’t play itself out.