I think i got an sjw's tentkini briefs in a bunch the other day... I'm at this neat Japanese/Korean fusion restaurant with some friends. Everything is merry, the ghost pepper flaked avocado and snapper handroll is awesome, and I'm on my second bottle of Soju. Then, I feel a disturbance in the glycemic index, glance up, and spy Bertha, the Destroyer of Butter and Buffets, hamshuffling in our general direction. Its handler waves the calorie terrorist over to our table, and after about a dozen steps, and many drowning Darth Vader impressions, Bertha sits down. At this point, I'm equal parts "holy shit, that poor chair" and "why did it sound like someone just frog splashed a bag full of whoopie cusions?" mortified. Once Bertha is done ordering all of the mayo in the restaurant (and a diet soda, teehee... I shit you not), it proceedes to reeee about whatever it is these technicolour orcas reeee about. I tune out, and try to enjoy the rest of my Soju. Eventually, Bertha is almost done, or out of breath. But then it points at me, and says "You wouldn't know anything about that though. You've got cis white male thin privilege!" "I'm actually neither cis, nor white.", I say (sure, that was a lie, but Bertha wasn't espousing truths, so why should I?) "Will you quit mansplaining?", Bertha huffs. "Maybe", I say. "Only if you quit oinkstrapolating first. And sweating profusely while you eat. Don't do that. It's gross." Anyway, TL;DR, that happened, etc... Bertha got kicked out for causing a scene when it took a swing at me. At least, that's what we assumed it was. Might have been some sort of sea cow mating display. We're still not sure. I was told that Bertha and its handler waited outside for me for almost an hour before finally being told to leave by staff.  I hope that's true, 'cause the rest of my Soju tasted like peace and quiet.