I dread laundry. Its one of signs you are still alive and soiling clothes.
Some males never do laundry their entire lives. Their mothers do it until they marry. Then their wives and daughters.
Some males never do laundry their entire lives. Their mothers do it until they marry. Then their wives and daughters.
Almost everything is wrinkle-free, at least in my climate, if I hang it immediately out of the dryer. (I avoid clothes that need to air dry, given that I've been living in bedbug-prone old university neighborhoods with shared laundry machines.)
Socks get laid atop each other in a bin below (either the black pile or the white pile), and there's a second bin for other non-hangables for which wrinkling doesn't matter.
There's also no-iron dress shirts. I don't often need them lately, but I'm told Brooks Brothers has occasional great sales on good ones, if you do.
I don't use fabric softener, since there's research in the last few years suggesting that the VOCs are bad to be breathing.
Fabric softeners are also pretty bad for the clothing, and may contribute to excess microplastic shedding.
If you can afford to pay for it, OK, but you should know how.
Gender roles splits those so that only one gender is responsible for any given need. It might have been a useful optimization method in the past but not now in modern society.
Frankly the only thing that is slightly annoying in a boring sort of way is turning the shirts right side out.
It feels like the utopia our tech lords have is mind for us is one where we sit on the couch stuffing our faces 24/7 never having to leave the pod.
Do you have more hacks?
I can contribute, like you have, that in my household the balance is different. This doesn't refute the observation, though.
Some women don't either. First their fathers then their husbands.
Kind of sad to see 1950s stereotypes not downvoted here.