Dirty Laundry


Here’s a dirty little secret that I’ve been quietly repressing.

Laundry sends me into a rage.

Given the choice between doing the laundry and getting a tetanus shot I would be going for the tetanus shot.  A tetanus shot, after all, has three major advantages:

1. A “slight pinch” and it’s done (and it never steals your quarters)
2. It stays done for 10 years.
3. You only ever have to get your own done.

It’s just one of those idiosyncratic things about me, I guess: I hate laundry. I hate doing my own laundry. I hate doing other people’s laundry. And I hate, Hate, HATE being expected to do all the laundry by myself. The necessity of doing laundry might just have been what turned me off from costume design. The threat of extra laundry might just be better at preventing me from wanting to have kids than the perils of pregnancy, childbirth, venereal disease, adolescence, and nuclear annihilation combined. If I never had to do laundry again it would be too soon.

I still do it, of course, because I’m a big girl now, and if I want to wear the big-girl panties I have to keep them clean.

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~ by Gwydhar Gebien on August 31, 2011.

3 Responses to “Dirty Laundry”

  1. Good grief! It’s only laundry! Are you sure it’s the laundry you hate so much? Laundering clothes can be a bit of a zen meditation if viewed a little differently.

    • I know, right? It’s completely irrational. I blame the environment: the washers are either coin monsters in the basement or coin monsters in a laundromat full- FULL! of screaming children.

  2. I’m the exact opposite. I love doing laundry. I love making an all day event out of it–I find it relaxing.

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