THE end of the dreaded manspreading trend is in sight and it has nothing to do with police fines or court cases

The solution comes in the form a New York City commuter who has been busy fighting for our liberation by sitting on manspreaders who refuse to make room.

While it seems brazen, Cassie J. Sneider claims her peculiar method for stopping manspreading is completely out of character.

“I can’t remember a time in my formative years when I wasn’t too loud, too big, too anything for every particular circumstance in my life,” she told XO Jane.

“My parents constantly told me to be quiet. I made too much noise when I walked. I laughed too loudly. I weighed too much.

“I became a person who was afraid to speak up for herself, a woman who was too passive to say no on dates and on deadlines.”

Ms Sneider’s frustrations of being pushed around came to boiling point when she recently boarded a train and saw lady with a stroller, an older gentleman and an unaccompanied minor all standing.

For her, this was unacceptable considering there was a man taking up so much space, “it looked like he was doing some sort of post-vasectomy physical therapy exercise”.

She was furious, but then something magical happened.

“In that moment, something became crystal clear to me: seething doesn’t help anyone, but sitting on a dude sure is satisfying,” she said.

“I waited a moment. He leisurely stretched his calves, turned away from me, and then I sat on him.

“Outside of a horror movie, I have never seen anyone react so quickly to get away from another human being. There was terror, then disgust, then anger.”

Having tasted blood, Ms Sneider went into predator mode and found her next unsuspecting victim — a teenage boy who laughed when she politely asked him to remove his bag from the only unoccupied seat.

After forcing her way into the seat and delivering a kick to the teen in the process, Ms Sneider felt vindicated.

In the last month alone, a total of 12 men have felt the wrath of this courageous soul.

“At first I was shocked when no one said anything to me. I was wholeheartedly prepared for a rush hour fistfight,” she said.

“Lately I’ve been getting bolder, excusing myself and then hurling my body into the empty seat like a boxcar hobo throwing a bindle onto a moving freight train.

“There is no grinding my teeth while juggling four bags, no passive discomfort while dreaming of the alternate universe where I advocate for the space I deserve.”

We commend you, Ms Sneider. Keep fighting the good fight.