Sunday, October 19, 2008

Collar Stays at Home Bullshit

Allow me to set the scene for you: Lennie is standing at a display table in a men's clothing store. I am standing next to him, playing the role of "fashion consultant" while rocking the stroller back and forth to keep Ella calm. The sales clerk is trying to help him decide between 4 or 5 different dress shirts to go with the already agreed upon pair of trousers. Lennie prefers the white. I prefer the blue stripe. Lennie asks the clerk if they are both machine washable. The clerk is eager to help and says, "Oh yeah, they can both go in the wash. You just have to take out the stays."

Lennie, who has spent most of his adult life wearing free T-shirts and flip flops, asks, "What's a stay?"

The clerk demonstrates how to remove the little plastic stick from the collar, holds it up to show Lennie, and says, "The stay keeps the collar nice and stiff. You just have to remove it before doing the laundry or ironing it."

And then, at the exact moment that the clerk says "laundry", both Lennie and the clerk look directly at me.

"Are you taking notes on this, woman?" While they didn't actually say it verbally, the intent was clear.





After my eyebrows settle back down onto my forehead, I am amused. "Well, that was sexist." Nervous laughter from the clerk ensues. Lennie smirks.

Later that evening: I am standing at an ironing board removing collar stays and ironing the shirt.
Pop Quiz Time
I ironed the shirt because:
a. It's part of my job as a Stay at Home Mom/Wife
b. I'm just better at it
c. I have Stockholm Syndrome
d. Please God, none of the above.

Here's the kicker: I'm hoping for (d), but I can't discount a through c.


10 comments:

Casey said...

Wow, that was sexist but funny. I don't iron. Ever. I have maybe twice in the past two years and it was for a wedding and a funeral. So sorry you're the ironer of the family...

Dorsey said...

I know WHAT they are, just didn't know that's what they were called! Hmph..learn something new every day. And yea..I fall into category 1 and 2 most often as well. No clue what Stockholm Syndrome is...gonna go google it. HA!

Susan said...

OK, this is very bad. I would think that plastic thing now known to me as a "stay" wouldn't actually stay at all after purchase. You know, just like the paper sleeve in tights or pantyhose - a la garbage?!! Can you say we live 'AU CASUALE". And I SHOULD have known this from my ex-husband, who wore suits to the god damn mall on the weekends - but then again, I wasn't ALLOWED to iron his stuff - he even flattened out and steamed his tightie whities. Tight ass.

Michelle said...

Oh dear. I must not be a very good wife. H does all the ironing in this family ;)

Tobi said...

Hah! I've got one for you. Last year my boyfriend's brother was helping Gerry (my boyfriend) move a washer and dryer into Gerry's new townhouse. After they brought the machines into the basement, Gerry's brother casually remarked, "Where does Tobi want these?" (We don't live together yet!)

LiteralDan said...

I'm gonna go with B. It really is the best answer, and it allows for you to make them try so they can become as good as you.

Also, it works even better for me as a stay-at-home dad, because otherwise it makes for some uncomfortable self-reflection time.

Rhea said...

I think the answer is B. :o)

The Nice One said...

I DO NOT iron. EVER.
If he wants it ironed he either can do it or pay the 99 cents for the place to wash and iron it.

I would ruin anything I attempted to iron

Ali-Pants said...

ha ha ha! Ironing is one of the things I didn't put on my SAHM resume. But I still got hired. Stupid sales clerk!

Merrie said...

LOL
Perhaps you do it because you love your man. ;)
Great blog!