whut?
But...but...HOW is this a real thing in the world?
This is quite genuinely the most dismal display of insecure, patriarchy-approved masculinity I have ever seen. The Butch Bakery is the sad, testerical endgame in defining masculinity in contradistinction to the feminine: What makes me a man is simply not being a woman.
Via Shakesville
Which also dings my "men do things that are traditionally "female" -- cooking, baking, fashion, makeup, etc etc etc -- but in a public way and they're suddenly artistes" reservoir of frustrated anger really hard.
This happens every so often in the indie crafting world. It's like: a DUDE is KNITTING? Backpats all around!
Bleh.