Earlier this year, somebody told me that I was known for making horology a feminist issue – an accusation that flummoxed me. For me, my wristwatch of choice is not determined by a name or label telling me that it is “one for the ladies”. I wear what I like, influenced by brand heritage, design, mechanics and, yes, occasionally because there is a smattering of gems.
My personal taste leans towards more masculine watches because I like the size and weight and internal mechanics, but that does not mean that I judge others for their personal choices – not the cars they drive, nor where they prefer to holiday, the clothes they wear or the timepieces they choose to buy. What does frustrate me, however, is when I’m told that women actually prefer quartz because that’s what they buy – a truth that exists because we are only free to choose from the repertoire on offer, no matter how narrow that it is.