Look, perhaps you’re cooler than me (I mean you’re probably cooler than me, that’s setting a really low bar). Perhaps you can knit mile after mile after mile of twisted ribbing and not lose your will to live. Perhaps you can tell yourself that the undeniable charms of that fabric (sturdy! warm! stretchy! pretty!) are worth the clanking grinding process of actually knitting it.
But I? I know my limitations. And my limitations are about an inch of the stuff before I declare it good enough and move on to the fun bits. Especially when the fun bits look like this!