No...seriously...iron my shirt! Please!

With all the people claiming that protesters shouting "iron my shirt" at a Hillary Clinton rally is a sign of still-existent sexism while others debate whether it was a true display of sexism or a more nefarious plot by Clinton's own campaign, it would seem that many are ignoring the more obvious explanation:

It was a compliment.

Any man who's ever attempted to iron a dress shirt, what with the pleats and cuffs and that breast pocket, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of symmetry on the seams of the sleeve, all the while attempting to avoid burning the fabric or even himself, will tell you that pressing a shirt is far from easy. It's a downright pain in the ass. So to ask a person to iron your shirt is to not only entrust them with your appearance but also validate their ability with an extremely complicated task.

Besides, there are far worse things that could be said to a woman in order to insult her based on her sex. While some are simple, yet effective, and rhyme with witch and runt, others, such as "lose the heels, get in the kitchen, bake me a pie and make me a baby" are far more to the point. Asking a female presidential candidate how she plans to fit in scrap booking around her busy schedule or if she intends on keeping a sewing machine in the Oval Office is profoundly more sexist. And let's not completely ignore the elephant in the room:

"Senator Clinton, do you feel more comfortable having access to the little red button now that you've reached menopause?"'

Come on now! That's way worse!

No sir, iron my shirt is by far one of the greatest compliments any man can pay to any individual, male or female. It's a testament to the fact that we've finally arrived in an era where a man can admit his inability to appropriately care for himself or his manner of dress. I, for one, wholeheartedly support and endorse any woman capable of assuming such a responsibility.

Now...president? I'll have to get back to you on that one.

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