I consider myself a modern woman, but I'll admit it: I iron my husband's clothes. If I didn't, he'd go to work a wrinkly mess, and that bothers me a lot more than a few minutes' ironing time. It's not as if we're completely gender stereotyped when it comes to household tasks. He does a great job cleaning the kitchen (and cooking), and I'm pretty handy with a weed whacker and hedge clippers. And luckily, I don't mind ironing — on the contrary, I find it rather meditative.