I don’t like irons and irons don’t like me. Ours makes an angry “fwuh, fwuh, FWAH” sound and spits hot water when I try to use it.
Mostly I just wear things to get the wrinkles out. or hang it in the bathroom when the shower’s on.
My GS (YS) wears wrinkled flannel shirts to church and i think it looks horrendous. As if he is lazyy and has no self-respect, in fact, lol. But I don't think ironing is the answer. I think he needs to put them on a hanger when they come out of the dryer. It looks like he puts them between the mattress and box spring, all wadded up and sleeps on them for three days. But he's an adult so I guess he can do what he wants.
For myself, no, my ironing days are long behind me. As soon as I was tall enough not to burn myself I started ironing my dad's handkerchiefs. Then I graduated to pillowcases. Finally I was entrusted with his work shirts and trousers. I even ironed a dress or two. And then, hallelujah! Polyester was invented and I never looked back! Wash and wear, yahoo!