Who washes anything by hand these days? No-one, right? They just send delicate stuff to the dry cleaners. La la la. But what's that you say, MJ? You reckon it's the
only way to wash spandex? Does that mean that Spidey was handwashing before he fixed up with you? Oh. Then what
was he doing? Really? Inside out? That's grim. I mean, I know that Xavier's lot are notorious — it's all that leather, I guess. Difficult to clean. It must get seriously rank after an evening of world saving. And all those dry cleaning bill, on an professor's salary? It's a miracle Charlie can still afford to run his plane — but Peter P? No way can I believe it.
But anyway, back to the laundry thing. You do know, don't you, that you don't have to scrub your beau's smalls anymore? There's this thing. It's called feminism. You should totally check it. It's about not being treated like a doormat or something. I mean. Do you think that Simone de Beauvoir did Sartre's washing for him? Exactly. What that? Intellectuals? Yes. Yes they were, but I don't see what... Oh. You think? Surely not. No. I'm sure they weren't. I'm sure they were super tidy. Super. Tidy.