Iron Hand

From all the house chores there are, I'd probably say I hate ironing the most.
I mean, what's not to hate? You need to use some strength to press the iron, in a very hot environment, for more than an hour, and later nobody notices your hard work. It’s true, after all the ironing, nobody ever approaches me and says, "Wow, look at that shirt, ironed so well"

As I always said, our scientists have sent men to the moon, achieve great things with nanotechnology, and connect the whole world with the Internet, but they could not invent something for our shirts? No wonder the scientists are always depicted as a messy hair and crumpled shirts (Einstein is considered as the Brad Pitt in scientists’ world).
Can they invent something like wrinkle-free shirts? Wait, they did, didn’t they. But still it's wrinkle free only after we iron it for hours (somehow the wrinkle free means it’s harder to iron), and when it's out of the laundry, it's more like wrinkle spree.

Can our scientists get their priorities straight? So what if we put our men on the moon? Is there any good that affect our life directly? Except from finding out that "Your face is as beautiful as the moon" is no longer a compliment, I cannot think of other benefit that directly affects our daily life.
So now I'm still struggling with ironing and still figuring out the most efficient way to do it. So far I'm stuck with letting the laundry pile up and then letting the ironing goddess does her work.
Of course when I said ironing goddess, I meant my wife.