The ladies over in feminist chat are talking about their experiences of playing a game they like to call 'Patriarchy Chicken'.
It consists of walking down narrow footpaths, and making no attempt whatsoever to create any room to allow an oncoming male pedestrian to pass.
They've all been vindicated when said man has thrown them a dirty look, or expressed any sort of surprise or annoyance at having to throw themsleves into traffic in order to not be taken out by a woman charging at them like a ten ton brick shithouse.