THEY’RE ROUGH. They’re tough. They’re Real Men. And they secretly do needlework when no one is looking.
A female reader from Penang, Malaysia, recently wrote me a sad letter: “My husband knits. What shall I do?”
I replied: “If he’s not too ugly, hang on to him. You might at least get a half-decent scarf out of it.”
She wrote back to tell me that he was kin…