Or, how the pursuit of smoothness is the key to a life of quiet desperation.
As we stand before the ironing board, we are faced with a daunting task: to smooth out the wrinkles of our existence. But is it not the ironing board that is the ultimate symbol of our existential crisis? A never-ending cycle of creases, of crumpled fabrics, of lives lived in a state of perpetual disarray.
On one hand, the ironing board is a tool of domesticity, a means to an end, a facilitator of smoothness. On the other, it is a symbol of the futility of our endeavors, a reminder that no matter how hard we try, we will always be wrinkled, creased, and beset by the vicissitudes of life.
And so, we ask ourselves: is it not the ironing board that is the ultimate metaphor for our own mortality? A constant reminder that no matter how much we try to smooth out our lives, we will always be beset by the ravages of time?
Ironing Board as Parable of Technology Ironing Board as Societal Commentary