The Iron Man comic books and films would probably have captured the imagination of the public a little less if his main super power was removing the creases from clothes.
But if someone offered to do that for me they would certainly be my superhero of choice.
Given the options of battling the forces of evil or making sure that my shirts are neatly pressed, I know I’d much rather take on a crazed megalomaniac and several well armed henchmen over battling with my crumpled laundry.
Why is there this obsession with needing to look smart anyway?
It’s the weekend now and I’m wearing trackie bottoms and an old rugby shirt. And do you know what? I’m really comfortable.
Why does convention dictate that I have to be neatly pressed and presentable but ultimately less comfortable in order to do my job well?
I’d possibly be all for it if my work clothes were a bit more bespoke. I could totally get on board with the James Bond thing. We have the same first name after all, so why not the same tailor?
But my budget is distinctly ‘off the peg’ and thus ill fitting. So I don’t look especially good wearing my work clothes anyway.
And all I’m saying is that if I’ve got to wear clothes that don’t especially flatter me, then trackie bottoms and rugby shirts are a far more comfortable way of doing this.
But what especially irks me about my work clothes is the ironing. It’s so time consuming and boring.
I’ve lost most of Saturday to this accursed activity.
Admittedly that’s because I had a lot of ironing to do.
I’ve been avoiding it for weeks.
This week I plumbed the depths of my wardrobe and found myself pairing ties with ill-matched casual shirts in order to avoid the necessary pressing of my formal shirts.
Not that my work shirts should need ironing. They all purport to be ‘non-iron’ on the labels. But they come out of the washing machine as crumpled as everything else. Which leads me to believe that ‘non-iron’ just means ‘not as hard to iron’. Which isn’t the same thing at all.
If I were a litigious man then the CEO of Marks and Spencer would be trembling in his ‘Autograph’ boots right now (to non UK readers, that’s funny because ‘Autograph’ is one of the many own brand labels that Marks and Spencer stocks. To UK readers, I am aware that it isn’t really that funny).
I’ve not had any issues with my more casual attire this week, because apparently it’s ok to wear casual clothes to work if you pretend that you genuinely believe that they are formal. People then just think that you’re not very stylish. I’m prepared to have my fashion sense brought into question if it means I can avoid ironing for a little longer.
I really hate ironing.