Over at the NY Times a 26-year-old woman fills the complaint box with disgust over public displays of affection. She says, "Everywhere I go, people are fondling each other as if the entire city were a cheap motel room." Lip lockers, hand holders, ear nibblers, and the worst: subway romantics. She recalls one recent encounter with just such an underground heathen who "stuck his hand down his date’s sweater. There is something about watching people suck each other’s lips on public transportation that just does not do it for me." Hmm... what about a naked lapdance?