Cake. Why don’t men make a fuss about cake… or gin? We’re made to think it’s women who go ‘ooooh, red velvet, ooooh, martini’ like we were under some kind of spell and these – admittedly delicious and lovely – things knock out our ability for lucid, angry thoughts. It’s almost as if women can’t put their minds together without rendering themselves insensible on baked goods or porn star martinis. And that they should, when allowed to gather and coo, be so happy with their Victoria sponge or blend of seaweed and artisan botanicals that they forget about what needs to change, such as the patriarchy.
