What I am about to reveal here may shock you: about 4872 of the people who read this blog are knitters.
Never having knitted a stitch in the protracted span of empty decades that is my life, I am somewhat at a loss to explain the apparent connection between knitting and patriarchy-blaming. So, all you knitters, what gives?
And how fresh is that pick-a-knit joke? Haw!
Addendum: I don’t know from knitting, so I don’t know if knitters, like sitters, are also spinners, but one of my oldest and dearest pals in the world is a crackpot farmer in Kentucky who raises (among other things) weird, rare boutique sheep for their apparently fabulous wool, which she sells to discriminating connoisseurs. Just an FYI.