At least not wearing a bra doesn't involve invading others' personal space.
On the plus side, I think this behaviour should be encouraged where possible. Seeing a nice pair of JCB starter buttons on the seat opposite you brightens up a dull, grey, cramped commute.
Whoa. Did I say that out loud? I best check my privilege.
It's unused art for the 'Child Killer' reputation in Fallout 2, which essentially makes you a social pariah.
I forgot about that. "You have killed children, the youth of the wasteland. This is apparently a really bad thing. You evil, evil, person." The description sells it the best but also drums home the idea that your character is you and that a character who would happily murder a child is likely to see it like that. The banality of evil etc.
Then again, the people behind Fallout 1 and 2 (the TRUE AND HONEST Fallout, not the Bethesda lightweight nonsense) went on to do Torment, VTMB, and much later, Pillars of Eternity. Now there's some games that would really trigger Tumblrinas, and in the case of Pillars, did (but only because of a stupid poem on a tombstone, not because of actual real triggering or nightmarish content such as systemic racism in the setting, or the fact that the plot is driven by a pandemic of children being born in a vegetative state).
Anyhow. Back on topic. Ahem.
This was in 2010. I was crossing London mildly intoxicated with some other headbangers. We'd all hopped on at the same time after a Bolt Thrower (excellent death metal band whose material is mostly about either the First World War or Warhammer 40,000) show. (The 40K content was quite thick on the ground - purity seals on jackets, Imperium of Man eagle tatts, even a few people sperging audibly beforehand about their army lists.) We all changed at Marylebone as well to get on various places home. I was feeling like I needed something to absorb the beer I'd swallowed both in the club and in the queue outside, so I stopped off at Burger King and got a nice big greaseburger with chips and chilli sauce.
I thus found out the people I was with were vegan animal wrongs activists (you know, the MEAT IS MURDER lot) and apparently me having a greaseburger in their presence triggered them. One of them rolled up his sleeve and showed me his Sea Shepherd tatt. He was tall and thin and looked like a good feed would kill him. I told him that Sea Shepherd were a bunch of poseurs and hypocrites and couldn't sail a boat for love nor money, as well as being fundamentally wrong in their ideology and actions. Salt was produced. I was asked how someone as right wing as me could possibly like a band who first emerged in the hardcore punk scene (very early on BT used to hang out with Extreme Noise Terror and Napalm Death). How could I get to sleep at night?
I answered, "usually in a state of post-coital euphoria next to my stunningly beautiful red-haired wife, who, for the record, bangs like a shit house door in a gale." All of which was a lie but it made a good riposte.
Sea Shepherd Man's bint (a rather chunksome lass with pink hair) told me I was a bloodmouth, a misogynist shitlord as well, and should check my privilege.
I winked at her in a deliberately lascivious matter and said something like, "Don't be jealous, love, you're not my type." Speechless were they with rage.
There weren't any other people there on the platform, but if there had been, they all would have applauded, no doubt.
Then my train arrived, upon where I hopped on it.
So, yeah. I met Tumblrinas coming home from a death metal show. I wasn't expecting that. To be fair I should have spotted the danger signals when one of them nodded sagely as another one said they objected to black metal on ideological grounds.
I think of all the different styles of metal, it's probably melodic death metal and/or metalcore which is most susceptible to Tumblrina infestation. The former because of Opeth and In Flames and the hipster periphery fandom, and the latter because they seem to attract "FIGHT THE POWER!!!!1 ANARCHY ROOLZ!!11one" edgelords. Thrash is too drunken and raucous and they reckon the crowd are too fatphobic to catch them when they stage dive. Power metal too nerdy and gamery and full of toxic masculinity. Black metal, well, NSBM being a thing puts them right off.