Stuff like this makes me uncomfortable and feeling like I should Make A Contribution. Y'know, being all equipped with lady bits an' all.
But honestly, I don't feel qualified. I don't understand what the hell goes through most women's heads, never mind men's. To my mind, people are just people; take each one as he, she, or it comes.
As woodworkers, or would-be woodworkers, we're all infected with that crazy notion to make wood do our bidding despite what it has to say about the matter. That should unite us against a common, and splintery, foe. Quite frankly, nothing else matters a damn.
Having said that, I could do with 90% fewer opinionated old men from the north of England. But that means I'd have to stop listening to Test Match Special too, so I guess I have to take the unbearably tedious with the smooth....