Since I know I'm safe to post here because he doesn't read this, I just need to share a tale of woe.
So I designed and knit a scarf for the upcoming issue of MenKnit. On Friday, I had wet it down to block it and had it wrapped in a towel to dry it out, and laid the towel across the back of our couch. I had a photo shoot on Saturday and was gone for about 3 hours for it.
In his defense, I didn't tell my partner what the towel was. He's also a compulsive Virgo, which means that he NEEDS to clean.
I got home from the shoot and sat down at my computer. About 10 minutes later, I turned around to look at him where he was crocheting on the couch. I noticed that the towel was gone. In the back of my mind, I also noticed that the washing machine was running.
Okay so I recently graduated college where I spent much of my time in Gender Studies. As a male knitter, the entire needle-work-world, especially knitting has fascinated me because it is a huge pocket of society that still suffers heavily from gender suffocation (or at least in the public sphere). I've been thinking a lot about how we (KNITTIN' MEN) have a great opportunity to make a difference. While I often find myself angry and frustrated with all of those people who so stringently cling to their gender expectations (so often unconsciously), I have to remember that many of them have not had those notions challenged and disproved.