Ironing seems like it’d be a really chill and relaxing activity, if we had time to engage in it.
It is, if you don’t have to do it all the damn time. If you just iron your clothes when you want/need to, it’s an enjoyable chore.
I’m gonna be the Debbie downer and mention that no-iron clothes have synthetics in them, the washing of which is a major contributor to the microplastics problem.
True, but tires are way, way worse.
You must look fucking stupid wearing tyres
no-iron clothes have synthetics in them
most my clothing is 100% cotton, and I have never ironed once I left my parent’s home.
All clothes are no-iron clothes if you DGAF enough :)
This is the way.
All you gotta do it hang the shirts up, guys. That’s it. Gravity is nature’s iron.
But make sure you do so quickly after the dryer is done. Otherwise they’ll cool down and the creases will set.
I’d rather not follow any advice you give, MindTraveller. Thanks.
My people.
Lol who said anything about specific garments? We just wear our clothes wrinkled and no one cares. My linen shirts looked wrecked for an hour or so and then the wrinkles fall out, for instance.
Yeah that’s linen for you. People don’t wear it much anymore sadly so they don’t get that they just look wrinkled. I love linen shirts though.
I bought an ironing board and an iron when I moved into my current home thinking “yeah, I have some shirts, I’ll iron them when I need them”.
That was 3 years ago. The ironing board was put into a corner out of sight and the iron is still in its original packaging, unopened to this day. I’m trying to justify my purchase with “better to have it and not need it than the other way around”.
My parents bought me one when I moved out. Kept it around boxed for 5 years before throwing it out unused. If you care my clothing is wrinkled, I will never respect you.
Bragging about wasting a perfectly good tool (and a gift) that you were too stupid to figure out how to use. Then, to mask your embarrassment, you try to put blame onto those who do understand the purpose of an iron.
Grow up.
Ironing is the only time of the week where I have the time to watch TV or movies. Not that I don’t have free time, but I usually spend it in other ways. During ironing, I’m a captive audience. That said, I don’t iron all that much. I remember the last season of The Boys took me four months to finish…
I definitely have clothes I still need to iron. If I don’t iron some of my button downs, they have a lot of wrinkles and look bad.
Man, I iron all the time. I’m not like, ironing underwear like a crazy person, but I have a lot of shirts that would be straight up unacceptable to wear to work without it. It takes like 2 minutes.
You guys don’t iron clothes?
I’m a millennial and I iron my clothes, how do you get the wrinkles out??? Teach me your secrets
Don’t use the dryer on shirts and the like. Shake them a bit then hang them up to dry and let gravity do the work.
Don’t shake them too hard or they stretch. But hang everything absofuckinglutely immediately after they’re outta the washer or dryer. Like rn.
This achievement belongs to the tail end of GENX… The folks that brought us grunge.
Im a geriatric millennial
Close enough. You can come in the club. There’s dunkaroos in the back if you’re hungry.
I thought they discontinued dunkaroos, but then my wife came home with a box of them for my kids.
I tried one (disgusting); I remember them being a lot better.
Hard to tell if it is actually worse or a false memory, because they originally came out when garbage sugar-laced food science was really taking off targeting the younger demographic.
They have 100% gotten worse. The quality of everything has dropped in the last 20+ years.
I keep having this argument with my mom. She keeps trying to tell me it’s because I’m older and my taste bus have changed. I’ll admit my preference in flavor may have broadened but all my favorite snacks and candy from the late 80s and early 90s have been terribly inshitafide. My absolute favorite was skittles. The apple ruined them but then they finally caved and put lime back in only to change the receipt altogether which ruined them a second time. At least one of the ingredients is illegal in most countries at this point.
Speak for yourself. Casual clothes killed most ironing but ain’t nobody showing up in a wrinkled suit.
all ya’ll admitting to ironing your clothes in the comments are a bunch of dweebs, just saying.
…but then your clothes might look like you’ve worn them before.
What are you? Poor?
Banning elbows not being allowed on the table and hats not being allowed indoors are also wins for me
I like the way we don’t have to wear petticoats under our dresses anymore.
Elbows have always been allowed on the table. The rule for fancy dining was that you couldn’t have elbows on the table during a course, i.e., when people are actively eating, but before/after, it’s fine. That’s a reasonable rule to be considerate of space.
If elbows aren’t allowed on a table during a course of a fancy dinner, they have definitely not always been allowed on the table.
Exactly. Food on the table? Elbows off. It’s simple.
Well it’s never been an issue in any space I’ve eaten in, so I think you’re wrong.
Good to know you’ve never sat at a table with a lot of people, I guess? Or next to an opposite handed person.
Why?
Respect. Culture. Table manners.
Take your pick.Edit. Personal eating space is probably the most realistic answer.
If you have a large number of people eating in comparison to the size of the table, and the table is already covered in food, the only place on the table to put your elbows is in other people’s personal space.
The rule should be “no elbows right next to someone else’s food” but neurotypicals are terrible at communicating due to their underdeveloped social skills and empathy.
People other than you, who are not “neurotypicals” whatever tf that even means, are able to accomplish seating large amounts of people at a table and use basic table manners just fine. It’s just common courtesy.
Never been an issue for me. The issue would be invading someone’s personal space. Maybe we just have bigger tables where I live.
“Why?”
“Because!”
“…”
