Yeah, good. You arsehole.
'When I first read the guardian article I thought probably your train was so packed that the man simply had nowhere to go, and in such a situation a lot of men wouldn't be able to help getting aroused, and if it went on for long and was bumpy, even ejaculate (though I never did so), which could seep through their clothes onto yours. But reading the above more detailed account it seems that it was deliberate.'
Ok, let me lay this one out. Let's say that hypothetically a man did get an involuntary erection while standing up against a female passenger - it happens. But no matter how crowded the train, by staying there for the duration of the 'bumpy ride' and then jizzing all over her, he's sort of forfeited his ability to say 'whoops, my bad'. There are a million things he could have done to avoid this situation. A million. But what did he do? He stayed there. Mr.Writer's long winded attempt to dismiss Ellie Cosgrave's experiences is basically the frottage equivalent of the 'I slipped in the shower' anal foreign object excuse. BULLSHIT.
Similarly with him holding his hand up against women's arses. 'Oh, well, she reversed her posterior into the palm of my hand (officer), thus exempting me from all responsibility for groping her repeatedly for the duration of the journey'
Though BONUS the guy grudgingly accepts that:
'It seems that it was deliberate'
I have to admit that I am finding it very, very difficult to feel sorry for this man. Maybe I'm heartless, but there's something about the tone of this 'apology' that makes me feel extremely uneasy. What did this guy think he was going to get out of sending this email? It certainly doesn't seem to be motivated by a desire to comfort Ellie or make her feel better, but rather from wanting to feel better about his own shitty behaviour by attempting to justify it to a high-profile victim of a similar offence. So Mr.Frottage gets to go home feeling one fuck of a lot better about his pervy past, and Ellie is left feeling...what, exactly?
Over to Ellie: 'But it [the comment] also resonates so much with what happened to me, I remember thinking it was my fault for not moving away, and that perhaps he thought I wanted it. From this comment, seems like he probably did think I wanted it- which means he's won because he doesn't have to feel guilty.'
I don't think this arsehole feels guilty at all. To me, all his bullshit 'apology' seems to be saying is: 'Ten years or so ago, I felt an unhealthy desire to exert power over members of your gender as they went about their daily business. I realised eventually how much of a loser that makes me, and decided to stop, something for which you should not only feel grateful but for which I should be praised. By absenting the menace of my erection from the London underground system, I have made it a safer place, but my behaviour was always to a lesser degree than all those other perverts, so it doesn't matter that much anyway. I am writing this letter not to praise your courageous activism in the field of sexual assault and harassment on public transport, but because, FYI, I still hold that power, and the presence or non-presence of my erection (according to whether or not I personally decide to exert it) still has the ability to effect how good or bad your day is, because you are a woman and I am a man. But yeah, soz.'
That's how I read it, anyway.