Pumping iron
AC, in an otherwise insightful post on marriage domesticating men, deduces I mean:
his wife keeps decent house and his shirts ironed, but I have to think that somewhere in his remark is an admission that his wife makes him a better man.
For the record, I do the ironing in this family. It’s not because of some hippie, tree-hugging sexual equality thing either. It’s because the Mrs. really sucks at ironing. But, yeah, she makes me a better man.
February 22nd, 2006 at 12:09 am
I do my own laundry.
I actually do. It is not because of some metrosexual thing or the wife makes me. I do it because she folds my shirts like an epileptic monkey on speed.
February 22nd, 2006 at 9:41 am
I don’t mind running a load of clothes or doing the dishes myownself, with my lady doing something else
I don’t think anyone will accuse “us” of not having our proper understandings of roles in the home, though.
February 22nd, 2006 at 10:20 am
I immediately thought of lifting weights (my other big thing besides shootin’ irons) when I saw “pumping iron”, but learned waht that really meant a long time ago when I asked my uncle, who had spent some time as a bachelor, “how much do you think you can press?” Without hesitation and matter-of-factly, he said, “two shirts and a pair of pants”.
February 22nd, 2006 at 3:20 pm
I do my own laundry. Melissa offered to do it early on, but she lets it sit in the drier and get wrinkled, so I decided it was easier to do it myself.
February 22nd, 2006 at 4:15 pm
The only time my shirts get ironed is when my wife gets tired of me wearing wrinkled shirts. Which isn’t as often as you might think.
February 22nd, 2006 at 4:16 pm
Les:
That’s like my marriage, in reverse. My wife can’t stand the way I do laundry, so she just does it all now.
For example, she separates laundry by color and cycle. I have “whites” and “other stuff.”
I believe we bought a large washer so we could fill it. She disagrees.