(This is a re-run. Originally titled "I want to kill the kitchen.")
I read on Yahoo that the home of 2015 probably won’t have a living room.
Builders expect the living room to merge with other spaces or vanish
completely. I’ve written countless times that the living room is a
useless place we’ve been told is necessary. My living room starts at the
front door, it’s hard to miss but I hardly use it except as a corridor
to the kitchen, the bathroom and the bedroom.
Here’s a recent conversation I had with the living room.
“What are you doing in here? Is the pastor coming over?”
“I don’t have a pastor. I feel I should use you more."
“Why? There’s nothing to do in here. No media. No computer. You don’t even know me that well. You never really look at me.”
“I look at you.”
“You look ahead when you walk through me.”
“Do you think you have any purpose?”
“Years ago they called me ‘the parlor’ and people ‘paid calls’ and sat
here and had tea. It was a little phony but everyone was polite. Today
everybody goes right to the ‘oink, oink’ kitchen. That hog, has taken
over everything. It doesn’t have a door anymore. It’s creeping into the
whole house. It is the whole house! Soon the word ‘house’ will die out. You’ll buy a kitchen.”
“How did that happen?”
“Good p.r. The kitchen was sold as a touchy-feely cozy place that you
could visit in your pajamas. Ooooh the kitchen inspires confidences.
Blah, blah, blah. Everybody was sucked in. Oooh this is my safe place.
Is marble cozy? Is Sub-Zero cozy? Is stainless steel cozy? Exactly.
The devil wears Bosch.”
“But the kitchen is necessary.”
"Really? Does anyone cook anymore? Uncle Ben makes perfect rice in a
bag. Store-made rotisserie chickens are reliably tasty. Salad comes
washed and cut up in a container. No waste. No dirty pans.”
“You think we’ve been duped.”
“Like lambs to the slaughter. I want to kill the kitchen. I've made a song about it to the tune of Imagine.
Imagine there’s no kitchen,
It’s easy if you try
No hellish food to tempt us
The fridge has gone bye bye
Imagine all the women
Living slim and free...
Imagine there’s no butter
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to fry or whisk up
And no pesto too
Imagine all the women
Living life in peace
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope all fat girls will join me
Let’s kill the kitchen. Bang, bang. Done!
“So living room, I guess this is good bye.”
“What are you going to do with my space?”
“Probably open it up and expand the kitchen.”
“Why did I even bother? Yeah okay goodbye. Whatever.”
Hilarious!!!
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