Why does knitting make me punk?
I make things (some of which I can actually wear on my person) with bits of string and pointy sticks. Note that said sticks can be used as weapons if, say, someone tries to accost me while on the subway. Or so I like to fantasize. (Frankly, I'd rather poke them in the eye with a molten hot glue gun, but there's nowhere to plug in a glue gun on the subway.)
And I can make things like this with aforementioned bits of string and pointy sticks:
Viva La Knit!
P.S. One more little fetish from me.