Ironing: Why does my mother like it so much?

Why is my mother so fond of ironing?

I look at Mother ironing her way through another basket of laundry fresh from the clothesline. Seeing her reminds me of the old joke:

Q:   What do you call your mother ironing your clothes for you?

A:   A free press.

The joke jolts me out of my covid dream state. Where has it come from? Is it sexist or just patronising?

I like to think I’m a liberal sort of guy but the truth is this joke has emerged from the primeval stock pot of my unconscious male bias. It’s a reflection of my cultural programming, not my politics and I have to admit my sense of humour is still full of gender stereotypes and gags from the Les Dawson ‘Book of Mother in Law Jokes’. When will it ?

I’m capable of diagnosing myself because I have been learning about unconscious bias among male Boomers from my daughter since she went to the thinky place or university. I thought I had some control over this problem. But, no.

I wonder what my children would think if I told them this joke?

I face an unmedicated castration

If my son heard the ironing joke, he would forgive me. He thinks male Boomers like me are victims of our upbringings and something called toxic masculinity. To him, I’m just a victim who needs re-education like the bourgeoise under Pol Pot. But, if my daughter thought I was still having such reactionary thoughts, I’d be up on the dining room table for an unmedicated castration before you could say Patriarchal Programming.

As I mull my thought crime over, it strikes me unconscious bias is a very unsatisfactory crime for the perpetrator because unconscious bias just spills out, spontaneously. The criminal doesn’t get the chance to enjoy plotting their crime. I feel guilty even though I haven’t done anything wrong and feel like Winston Smith in ‘1984’. Room 101 beckons. 

Later, I confess my thought crime to my wife. She is my superior in all matters except pinball, so I hope she will give me advice on how to play this when my daughter comes home next weekend. On family strategy, she is Pep Guardiola and I am Sam Allardyce, after a night out on the beers with the lads.

She asks me to repeat the joke three times.

‘It’s not funny,’ she says.  

‘That’s not the problem. The problem is I am still riddled with unconscious gender bias.’

My problem is poor jokes not gender bias

‘The problem is you’re riddled with poor jokes,’ says my wife. 

‘What will the children say if they realise how unreconstructed I still am?’

‘If they kick off about your gender bias, I would just remind them it was your gender bias that brought us together in the first place and without it they wouldn’t exist.’

A warm feeling smiles through me. This is one of those moments when you realise what matters most in a marriage and why it’s worth battling through those difficult decisions: who gets to sleep on left side of the bed; should you share razor blades and is Sky Sports worth having. 

‘I thought it was those boxes of chocolates that did it?’ I say, winking. 

‘Don’t dig yourself back into a hole,’ she says.  

Mid-afternoon. Mother is back at the ironing board after lunch ready to resume her battle against her fear of her impending uselessness. 

I put another basket of laundry next to her, when she turns to me and asks if I remember the jokes she used to tell us as young children to keep us near her while she was doing household chores.

‘Like?’ I ask.

‘Why are elephants wrinkly?’ she asks. 

‘Because they can’t fit on an ironing board?’ I say, the answer springing out of somewhere, unconsciously and without bias.

Mother smiles. 

‘That’s right. You remember.’ 

The cartoon here is by Robert Thompson a great British cartoonist.

Published by Man in the Middle

What happens to your life when your Mother moves in? Ecce Boomer. Ecce Man in the Middle.

One thought on “Ironing: Why does my mother like it so much?

  1. Bloody good! Really well written. God I got a chastening chasing down from my daughter on Saturday when I objected without thinking it through to the noise made by the supporters of George Floyd on Peckham Rye.

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