The writer is a lover of wine, song and everything fine.But even while I am still young-ish, I feel that it is within my rights to comment on the clothing that my partner buys, based purely on how easy it will be to iron. I know so many guys who china machines chase every mini skirt and then when they settle down with one, immediately ordain her to wear nothing that reveals more skin than a skin suit. He promises to not object to how short it is provided it doesn’t fold around and into itself a million times. Why, some of my jackets don’t even wrinkle that much no matter how long they stay in my suitcase. Time is not the fourth dimension, pleats are.In fact, not just the dresses that she buys but right down to the designers who fashion clothes out of plain fabric, it should ideally be whetted by us men before being released as their fall/winter collections: if it can’t be ironed on a simple 2X4 plank, it should not be allowed to exist.
That little seemingly harmless fold of fabric that provides shape and fall to our garments is the bane of my pre-Saturday night out rituals. That’s right.It might seem trivial at first, but ironing clothes — both their own and their partner’s — is a task men take very seriouslyWhen I pray (ever) I always make it a point to ask God not to make me one of those people who grow old. Because it would take a super computer to completely render an evening gown creaseless.So, ladies, next time you go shopping allow your man the small veto right for dresses that need a lab-full of scientists to iron out. The space-time continuum is like a smooth fabric in three dimensions that stretches infinitely in every direction. Even my boxers can be ironed easily. Minkowski was wrong when he suggested that time is the fourth dimension. That is the ultimate sign that age is taking its toll on us.