Butterick, how can you be so wrong?

Last night I read the instructions of all my new patterns while I waited for Mr. Hunting Creek to finish his eternal conference call and come make dinner with me. I wanted to decide what to make next. Reading pattern instructions is like being an airline pilot: hours of pleasant boredom interspersed with moments of sheer terror. (OK, maybe not EXACTLY like an airline pilot. But, you get the idea.)
The following instructions should strike fear into any sewista familiar with the handling of knits:


A doubled narrow hem on a knit? Are they kidding me? Whenever I have attempted this, it has always resulted in a wavy stretched out disaster. Knits, most of them, don't unravel, so why are we doing a doubled narrow hem anyway? Why do we finish the edges at ALL? I decide to rebel. I decide that I am not following their instructions.
I feel like a rebel. I feel like a renegade. I contemplate changing my name to Tonya, a la Patty Hearst. Mr. Hunting Creek, when informed of the collossal wrongness of Butterick and their misguided knit finishing policies, is not suitably shocked. I now understand the evangelical fervor of religious missionaries.
I can hardly wait to finish work today to put my revolutionary knit finishing theories into practice. (Is this what Karl Marx felt like? A sense of fanatical RIGHTNESS?)
...to be continued