It's come to this

That’s right: I actually don’t think that the name of a seasonal cookie is responsible for workplace sexual harassment. I actually don’t think that there are men out there who are perfectly good, well-behaved dudes, and who then see these cookies and as a result suddenly cannot stop themselves from sexually harassing women. I also doubt that any workplace predators are going to see that the names of the cookies were changed and then go, “Oh wow! Gingerbread persons. I guess I shouldn’t be telling Susan her a** looks nice when she comes in to work the morning!”

Making the name of a cookie in a coffee shop any kind of issue in Parliament is a complete waste of the government’s time at best. I mean, these are people who are paid with tax dollars, and if I were paying tax dollars in Scotland, I’d be furious that this is the sort of thing that my money was paying for people to handle. That’s the description of this at best — at worst, this kind of thing is something that can actually hurt women rather than helping them. See, making some kind of completely useless, completely symbolic gesture in the name of combating sexual harassment can actually be worse than doing nothing at all. Why? Because it allows all those folks in Parliament to feel like they’ve done something, to convince themselves they’re somehow helping, and to pat themselves on the back when really the problem is still there.