Daphne Joy’s “Safe Space” Protest at Local Bakery: We Keep It Simple, She Keeps It Unhinged.
There I was, walking my dog past Patty’s Pastries downtown, and this lady—Daphne Joy—is setting up a whole inflatable couch right in the bike lane, complaining the sourdough starter has “toxic masculinity.” She’s yelling at customers for not using her preferred pronoun for the croissants. Common sense says you pay for your loaf and leave, but she needed a “safe space” because the baker asked her to move her scooter from the handicap ramp. I’ve been going there for ten years; nothing was wrong. Now she’s on the news crying, and we’re all stuck behind a mob with “Sourdough Solidarity” signs. What’s next, gluten-free riot gear?