This is how I decorated my house for Christmas the first year I was married. So little has changed. I have now had red dining rooms in 3 different states.
I am so over it. As I took down the decorations this year, I vowed to redo my living room/dining room. I have almost everything planned out.
Speaking of time capsules, my fourth grade time capsule reveals that my favorite TV program was The Cosby Show, and my favorite drink was Cherry 7up. The interesting thing is yours probably was, too. Those were simpler times before the profusion of highly specialized media via cable and the internet. In those days, we shared a common pop cultural. If Gone With the Wind came on one of the networks, chances are you and I both watched it and talked about it at school the next day.
The days of a shared American experience are gone with the wind. There can’t be another anthem of a generation while any one song enjoys a modest plurality while most of us don’t venture outside the genre we like best. I worry the proliferation of choice makes it harder for people to relate. I saw a commercial for an action movie that essentially said, “Men, [something or other] is still in theaters. While the women are all watching vampires, we men can still get some Action.” That’s a bit of a problem, isn’t it? With a television, DVD player, PS3, iPad, laptop, Kindle, iPhone, Android and Blackberry in my BEDROOM, the incentives are very low for Gwyneth, Kent and me to compromise enough to share entertainment instead of resorting to parallel play within our own niches. I find the deeper you entrench yourself in your own niche, the harder it becomes to enjoy anything else.
And so as a nation we take our news from the source that suits us, Tivo only the shows that we like, and split up into separate theaters for datenight. Is it any wonder our politics are so polarized and more of us are choosing not to marry? We can watch any number of different versions of what is essentially The Cosby Show on any number of different channels according to whether we’d rather watch the white Cosbys, the black Cosbys, the Latino Cosbys, the gay Cosbys, the polygamist Cosbys…. We rarely have to practice compromising and we can manage fine without integrating, so we lose those skills.
But anyway, I think I’m going to go with a bluish-grey and white scheme in the new dining room.