Monday, 29 October 2018

In the Pink While Ironing


Ironing. I quite enjoy it, as it allows me to enter an almost trance-like state which allows me to meditate. Also, I've been ironing my own clothes ever since I was 16 - even during periods of marriage. 


My two sons were told that, on reaching the same age, they would become responsible for their own ironing. The result is that they pull their washed and dried clothes from the washing line and wear them as they are, without ironing them. They look permanently crumpled.

Talking of clothes, is women's predisposition to pink genetic or a social construct? Answers in the usual place.


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