Its not so much the fact that my mom's washing my laundry, its that I despise doing my laundry SO much, I'll let it stack up for months before I drive it back home (1.5 hrs away) for her to do it... then have to explain why 3 lighters, a Jager bottle cap, and a soggy pack of rolling papers were in my pockets.
The kind of people who do their own laundry are the same types who listen to jazz and lurk around the Band Management forums p*ssing on everyone else's parade. Real men make other people do it.
Nothing more 'DOOM' than a dedicated, hardcore batchelor