After tidying up the house this morning (I blame Luna, honestly), doing the dishes, and making my bed for the first time in days, I turned to the giant pile of ironing and let out an audible sigh. While I recognize I am no fashion plate (shocker), and that women have it way worse when it comes to expectations about what to wear in general, I still want to know who decided centuries ago that I have to iron. Why. Why do we iron our clothes?
They just get immediately wrinkled while you wear them.
It just seems so pointless. Does it look “better” than wrinkly clothes? According to whom? And what about linen? That’s supposed to be wrinkled. That’s linen’s job. And if I don’t iron the sleeves of the shirts I wear to work, but roll them up, does that mean I’m just “phoning it in”? I am confident that I would do just as good a job (or better) during the week if I could just wear army pants and flip flops.
Mean Girls is on point here, no?
And what the hell is it with suits? They’re expensive, and hot, and require dry cleaning, which from what I understand uses more toxic chemicals to get the job done than McDonald’s does to make a Big Mac. And TIES?! If you think about it, they’re just little noose knots that I am forced to wear to formal events where I will inevitably piss someone off with my inability to be politically correct. Which just means I am giving them ideas on how to throttle me.
And don’t get me started on bow ties.
So today, I’m rocking the bandana, a pair of ripped jeans, and the most wrinkly shirt I had in the closet. I’ve done enough ironing to get me through the next two weeks, but truth be told, I’d be just as happy to never have to iron again. So, to the Anna Wintours and Karl Lagerfelds out there, please. Heed my plea. Figure out a way to design clothes that I can take out of a drawer, throw on, and be work- and event-ready. I’d appreciate it.
And not this. Just no. Never, never this.
Until next time, stay classy (and comfortable) Salt Lake.