I wonder if these Los Angeles firefighters really were knitting? I don’t recall where I found this photo, but if anyone knows its history, please enlighten me?
There are many men who knit for real.
Here’s Ryan, who is studying for a PHD in 20th century art history at Princeton. When he’s not studying he knits with gusto and designs for a yarn company.
Knitting while sunbathing is impressive. I wonder if he knits in the movies? Probably.
Of the men who don’t knit, there are two categories:
Support and Hindrance
Supporters are those who love that their partners have a hobby and never EVER complain about how much they spend on yarn.
They do things like this:
Michel (Jean Louis Trintignant), the patient guy who marries flirtatious Juliette (Brigitte Bardot) in Roger Vadim’s classic movie “….and God Created Woman”, helps his mother wind her skein of yarn while his jealous, macho older brother skulks. Nice guys finish first!
and sweetness is rewarded.
This man is most likely to complain about how much his partner spends on yarn and he usually has an expensive hobby himself, like motorbikes, cars, boats, golf, or ski-ing to name a few.
He might also be prone to jealousy. Of your knitting, that is. He’d prefer it if you spent all your time cuddling him instead of counting stitches.
[disclaimer: even if your partner is the most patient Supporter type, it's advisable to put down your knitting once in a while just to show your appreciation]
But even the complainer is not as bad as the man who tells his partner that knitting makes her/him look OLD. This man is more than a hindrance. He’s a Saboteur!
I’d never thought about men’s attitudes toward knitting until I heard this complaint for the first time from a woman who was learning to knit. I felt sad for her knowing that she would probably not continue to knit, and grateful that the men in my life, father, husband, son, daughters’ boyfriend, all understand the benefits of knitting, not the least of which is the thrill of making something yourself!
The Saboteur needs to ponder this:
When I met David he asked me a question: are you sane because you knit or do you knit because you’re sane? I had to give it some thought and I’m not sure of the answer. But I’m glad he asked.