Banning elbows not being allowed on the table and hats not being allowed indoors are also wins for me
Elbows have always been allowed on the table. The rule for fancy dining was that you couldn’t have elbows on the table during a course, i.e., when people are actively eating, but before/after, it’s fine. That’s a reasonable rule to be considerate of space.
Exactly. Food on the table? Elbows off. It’s simple.
Why?
If you have a large number of people eating in comparison to the size of the table, and the table is already covered in food, the only place on the table to put your elbows is in other people’s personal space.
The rule should be “no elbows right next to someone else’s food” but neurotypicals are terrible at communicating due to their underdeveloped social skills and empathy.
People other than you, who are not “neurotypicals” whatever tf that even means, are able to accomplish seating large amounts of people at a table and use basic table manners just fine. It’s just common courtesy.
Yes, neurotypicals are indeed able to have large family dinners. But they have to do it using table manners as a crutch. They can’t just have an honest conversation about what’s really necessary, they need to rely on this social construct to tell people what to do without explaining why. It’s a great weakness. If only the average person weren’t so afraid to introspect and to question why we do things.
Tell me you have autism without telling me you have autism.
Well it’s never been an issue in any space I’ve eaten in, so I think you’re wrong.
Good to know you’ve never sat at a table with a lot of people, I guess? Or next to an opposite handed person.
As a millennial I still iron some clothes, especially for occasions I wanna look nice! I even got a Lil ironing board for it :3
I bought an ironing board and an iron when I moved into my current home thinking “yeah, I have some shirts, I’ll iron them when I need them”.
That was 3 years ago. The ironing board was put into a corner out of sight and the iron is still in its original packaging, unopened to this day. I’m trying to justify my purchase with “better to have it and not need it than the other way around”.
My parents bought me one when I moved out. Kept it around boxed for 5 years before throwing it out unused. If you care my clothing is wrinkled, I will never respect you.
Bragging about wasting a perfectly good tool (and a gift) that you were too stupid to figure out how to use. Then, to mask your embarrassment, you try to put blame onto those who do understand the purpose of an iron.
Grow up.
Nothing about their comment outlined that they didn’t know how to use it. But that they never did use it.
Nothing about their comment eludes to any fact that they’re embarrassed at all. They posted it publicly and directly with not reservation which is the opposite of “embarrassed”.
They didn’t blame anyone for anything related to the iron itself. But for shallow intentions if they care at all about the clothes that they wear. Which I can understand and agree with to some extent.
You on the other hand… You’re a jackass. Lots of insinuations, lots of assumptions. Just to put down some random person on the internet for not wanting a fucking iron that probably was the 20$ special at wally world.
Hopefully you donated it, instead of just throwing it directly in the dumpster.
There’s still people who use them and not all of those people can afford one.
You might even say we ironed that problem out
oh, the irony!
On a tangent… Why are we still wearing ties? Buttons exist and are already included 95% of the time.
I thought they were there to cover the unsightly and promiscuous buttons
Slutty Little Tramps
As a chubby middle aged sales guy who remembers when we used to wear suits, I miss them because a suit and tie is about the best thing you can wear as a chubby guy to look good.
But I do like ironing. I do it so infrequently, I associate it with getting all fancied up to go out to a special event.
And everything about it is so relaxing… The sound of the water in the iron, the hiss of steam. That clean smell, rising with the hot steam. You’re forced to slow down and pay attention, if you want to get it right.
Whether you’re alone or sharing the moment with company, it’s a recipe for encoding a core memory, deep in there, pinned in place by multiple senses.
I came here to say this. I go into zen mode when ironing my clothes because I only have to do it when I’m either celebrating or doing something very important to me.
All these other things to worry about, but right now, my only enemy is this wrinkle next to the collar.
I think what this meme misses is, largely, clothes in the west are now designed to look as if they have been ironed if hung up properly to dry
This is absolutely not a pet peeve of mine that we didn’t just stop ironing due to the lack of social convention (brought on by less time in working people’s lives and less domestic labour done in the home by women) but by new technology in the area of clothing
Definitely did not.
IKR, my SO owns two.
IDK what OP is on about, though, I’ve never used one.
You’re going with someone who owns two irons?
Blink twice if you’re in danger.
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I’m gonna be the Debbie downer and mention that no-iron clothes have synthetics in them, the washing of which is a major contributor to the microplastics problem.
All clothes are no-iron clothes if you DGAF enough :)
My people.
I like ironing my clothes though and if you show up to a formal family event with a shirt that looks like you rolled around in it, then I will offer to iron for you before the next time.
I think gen x did that… You’re welcome.
Ironic
I still have to put up with it a little bit but I made it my life’s mission to avoid it as much as possible whilst still being part of mainstream society. I’m so glad that this meme indicates that FINALLY other people are not only not doing it but also denouncing it as much as I have. I’ve had to hold back on bitching about how stupid and irritating it is because it was always something everyone else seemed to have viewed as a mundane, at worst neutral and at best good aspect of everyday life that wasn’t that hard and gave you nice looking clothes. You can’t complain at length about something that is considered in those terms because you just come off as a boring crank. But now finally, if only for a moment I can still feel normal whilst embracing my abiding hatred of the pointless and time wasting practice.
FUCK ironing, and especially fuck whatever dipshit came up with it. Before this was invented wrinkled clothes would have to have been but a fact of life. I’m near certain whoever did come up with this was someone who knew they personally would never have had to do it. For centuries it would have been palmed off on the usual people that had to carry out the shitwork and now, in modern times, we didn’t jettison the practice along with the sexism and classism that forced some to have to do it and not others, we just made it so that now we all have to do it. It delivers no benefit, it’s so fucking stupid aaagghh! Because of the conventions and expectations that formed around it, I’m unfortunately forced to participate in it despite my misgivings, even if only on the bare minimum of occasions. If I have a job interview, or I’m going to a fancy event I have play in to this ridiculous farce that is noticeable only from its absence and help perpetuate it. I sincerely hope this generation really has managed to abolish it and it’s only the remnants of my own upbringing and peers that mean I still have to occasionally do it because the world will be objectively better off if no one ever does this again.
Speak for yourself. Casual clothes killed most ironing but ain’t nobody showing up in a wrinkled suit.
