Dude Pasties: What A Relief
When we first heard all this flap about pasties at espresso stands, we thought: surely coffee and pastries go together like sushi and sake. Like pizza and Coke. Like polish sausage and cold beer! What's all the controversy about? Upon closer reading, the articles were not about flaky apple strudel or almond chocolate-dipped biscotti. The word is pastie--and not the meat-and-potato-filled variety, either. The mix-up was a little embarrassing, to tell you the truth.
Our second wave of response: Seattlest's inner feminist kicked into gear. Objectification! No, wait: sexual liberation! Why shouldn't enterprising young women serve espresso to Kitsap/Whatcom County commuters with nothing but shiny stars (or whatever) covering their ta-tas?
The answer to that, of course, is because they might spill and burn themselves, and that would be tragic.
All in all, we decided we didn't really care that much. It wasn't as if it was a Seattle espresso joint serving up glimpses of lady-parts with people's double tall half-caf almond breves, and what matters is the actual coffee, right? Still, it was funny (and a little bit of a relief) to learn from KOMO that now there are dudes (well, at least one) sporting pasties up there in Kitsap.
Phew.
