That iron does look suspiciously like what a police detective might call a "blunt instrument." :D
"Honestly officer, how was I supposed to know not to put that plugged-in iron in the bathtub with my husband? I'm just a woman tee hee."
"Here ya go, Honey! Here's a washing machine for you to clean my sweaty, skid-marked Y fronts. And here's a dryer to get them warm and fluffy. But wait...the fun doesn't stop there! Here's an IRON to press them flat! Aren't you the lucky girl to have a man who can afford to buy you all these wonderful things?"Oh, and here's a carpet shampoo-er. Now, now...there's no need to cry..."
I have no idea how my mother survived the 60s.