The Girlie Man

I am being ridiculed by certain associates because I iron my t-shirts. These man-apes, who ooze testosterone as they pass like a bull snail, think a man who irons his t-shirts -- the external kind; the kind that advertise -- is one step away from ironing his underwear, a canard and a libel if there ever was one.

All I can say in my defense is that I do not iron them well. I'm kind of lumpy and pretty much a slob. I guess I need to go with it.