Saturday, March 17, 2007

Laundry, the bane of you humans

I watch with bemused pity at how a large part of humans' lives are tied down by laundry. Heard of the two certainties in life being death and taxes, right? My human adds a third item to that list: Make it laundry.

She just said this morning: How she wished clothes could walk by themselves into the washing machine, wash themselves, get themselves out of the machine and hang themselves out, and take themselves in when dry, and fold themselves. Then she also wants them to get ironed by themselves and walk back into the wardrobe, duly put on hangers.

Wait, why demand all clothes do that? Why hasn't someone come up with a viable way to have disposable clothes?? The only disposable clothing items one sees nowadays are paper panties or briefs, which are awful to wear. (You crinkle under your skirt.)

The only justification to wear them, one might say, would be while one is on holiday in some awful place where (a) baths and laundry are not possible or practical or (b) one doesn't want to have to bother washing undies after the holiday or both.

Wow, if one were to extend this idea of disposable clothing further ... humans would have a whole lot more free time! Couture clothing as we know it will perish! (No one is gonna pay $2,000 for a label and then throw it away.)

I have a fur coat I wear all year round. Unlike some humans, we furred ones do not pin our sense of self worth on our coats or how we look, or write column inches weighing the benefits of a crisp white shirt against a top in the oh-so-now metallic finish.