I think that there is a misconception out there that only men are attracted to loud, dangerous machinery – the kind of contraption whose weight alone tells you that you need some serious skills to wield it without losing a limb (or a digit, at the very least).
I, for one, adore my noisiest and most menacing kitchen gadgets – after all, the deafening grind and capable-sounding whir tell you that they’re working, right? Right!