Ironing? Really?

This is brought to you by a Reddit post on ironing pillowcases. And sheets. And duvet covers. Also starching shirts. Do people do this anymore?

My mother had an ironing board and an iron and a huge basket full of clothes she was going to get around to ironing any day now. I used to raid it to steal fabric for the little animals I made and the clothes for my dolls. (I made a lot of stuffed animals, but also shirts and shoes and hats for my dolls. I could never figure out how to make pants, but luckily all my dolls were all babies.)

I do remember her ironing my father's handkerchiefs. He had these big white cotton handkerchiefs, and he carried one every day. Men from the 1950s, it was another world. Anyway, she had to keep him supplied with those, so she would crack out the iron when he was getting low. Oh! And she had this thing she put on a Coke bottle -- a real glass coke bottle -- which had holes in it, so she could sprinkle the laundry while she was ironing it. Whaaaat!

Yes, like this!

When I moved out, I bought myself things that had always been somewhere around the house -- screwdrivers, and tin snips, tape, a mop -- but I never bought an iron and I've never needed one. Once when my mother came to visit, she wanted to iron something, so she went out and bought a travel iron and a little ironing board. But when we moved we left it behind.

Generally I only wear clothes that don't need ironing, like shorts and teeshirts, though I did have a linen shirt once. If you hung it up carefully and let it drip dry, it wouldn't wrinkle until you'd been wearing it five or six minutes. I did love that shirt.

And I remember when I graduated high school, my SIL made fun of me because I hadn't ironed the robe before I put it on. (Could you even iron those things? They were 100% polyester.)

Why would you iron sheets? Does it make them feel nicer?

Do y'all iron? and if so, what?