Iron maiden

Pressing clothes has to be the one most annoying thing about being a single adult in the US. Children don’t do it anywhere in the world. Adults in India get their friendly neighborhood Iron guy to do it. Married people in the US get their husbands to do it (at least this appears to be the desi norm). Just us single folks are dinged. Yes, I suppose it’s no fun to be a married desi man either. But as they ought to know by now, nobody gives a damn about them. 

This weekend, I finally got down to my spring cleaning. Yes, we’re well on our way to summer now. Which is why I figured I probably won’t need my winter clothes for some time. I spent most of Sunday putting woolens away to make more space for cottons. That’s when the trouble started. Unfortunately, there is a side effect to my ‘clean mode’. Symptoms include ‘let’s clean everything we can’, ‘wash everything we can’, and the lethal ‘press everything we can’. Cleaning everything is easy when all you have are two shelves. Even the washing is fine – there’s a Laundromat not one block away. And I assiduously read labels before I buy clothes – anything with a ‘hand wash only’ label is not even considered.

I would prefer to wear no-press stuff, but somehow all the pretty clothes, especially the semi-formal stuff I need for work all need to be pressed. Wouldn’t it be awesome if society were to become OK with slightly crumpled work clothes? I’ve no wish to go to work in jeans and a T-shirt (having worked for a start up for over two years, I know it can be fun. But the practice completely wrecked my work-life separation). I like wearing formal clothes. I just don’t want to press them. Am also curious why when outside of work inside-out is not only right-side up, but perhaps even fashionable, we continue to remain so straight laced about what we wear in the workplace?

One solution to this, er, pressing problem might be to do this ironing thing in batches, as opposed to ironing everything garment in sight But yesterday I was in ‘let’s do this’ mode. That enthusiasm last for nine shirts, but that barely made a dent. The pile of ‘to be pressed’ continues to be larger than the ‘to be washed’, or the ‘ready to wear’ piles. What breaks my spirit is that this task is never ending! There is no such thing as an ‘all done’ status, and if one exists, it lasts for all of one evening, if that. For, even if, by some divine miracle, one gets through every freakkin’ piece of spineless garment, there will be an army of newly washed ones to take their place. It’s enough to make a girl seriously consider marriage. Fellows - seriously, why do you think marriage is referred to as the “X for laundry” deal among female circles? (replace X with whatever reason(s) you think you’re getting married for. FYI: you’re lucky if you end up with the X for laundry package. Other packages include X for laundry + dishes, and the one I’m personally on the look out for X for laundry + dishes + grocery shopping. Please make sure to read the fine print to understand what is permissible under ‘X’. Conditions apply.)

As I contemplate my pile of clean but crumpled clothes, I desperately miss the winter. You can wear anything under a sweater, and if you know you’re going to be outside all the time, your winter coat gives you even more leeway…

PS: Apologies for the earlier post - I was a bit trigger happy with the Publish button. All that ironing has clearly given me carpel tunnel syndrome.

Comments (7 comments)

loved the title (and here i was rapidly clicking into the post thinking you were a heavy-metal fan too!)
anyway, i can totally relate being the guy who was suckered into the “x” for “laundrying, dish-washing, lawn-mowing, snow-shoveling, tight-jar-opening, high-things-reaching, bill-paying, bug-killing, vacuuming, diaper-changing, garbage-disposing, wet-grinder-lifting, now-and-then-cooking, web-site-maintaining, official-photographing, (hence-never-appearing-in-any-photo-ing), minivan-driving, grocery-shopping and - oh, yes - ironing”.
on the lookout for “X for laundry + dishes + grocery shopping”? trust me, most male “le” models do those things by default. if i were you i’d shoot for the “xle limited edition” model (trust me, there must be other suckers like me out there)
yeah, you women have it eeeeeeeeeeeeeeasy.
:-)

prash / July 2nd, 2007, 11:33 pm / #

Prash, shame on you, you slave.

Doz, you are a freak. Do you dip your pizza slices in sambar?

Vijay / July 3rd, 2007, 10:55 am / #

Aww Prash! I feel for you, but the person I should really be talking to is your wife, whom I now have great respect and admiration for.

DoZ / July 3rd, 2007, 12:58 pm / #

Married people in the US get their husbands to do it

Whaaaat! Enna kodumai Sir idhu!

anantha / July 3rd, 2007, 2:35 pm / #

I dont remember when I last ironed; my clothes.. I guess thats the perk of going to work on jeans and tshirts :)

B / July 4th, 2007, 12:52 am / #

a man willing taking up any job…thattss handsome.

Carthy / July 11th, 2007, 1:20 pm / #

Married people in the US get their husbands to do it (at least this appears to be the desi norm).

Please - I need directions to go belong to this desi group.

rads / July 21st, 2007, 7:16 pm / #

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