Chapter 18

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I do like to look at decades as themes -- The Fabulous Fifties, The Swingin' Sixties, all that. It's looking like the Teens of the 21st century are going to be distinguished by the triumph of ugliness.

It's a trend that has been ramping up for a few decades already, as these things tend to do. Houses are the worst. Every year I see new houses being built and I say, "They've reached the human limit; they can't make houses uglier than this". And the next year they do. Is it absolutely not possible to get someone to design houses* who has some artistic talent and education? Is that just not do-able?

I suppose the soulless real-estate land-trashers and pickup-truck contractors are not the kind of people you'd see at a gallery opening. But do they not even know that some talented people exist, some people who can change an angle here and a line there to not make a house look like an arrow spiking your eye?

There are a few trinkets that are quite pretty. Apple products seem to keep a good standard. Alternate music CDs often have very beautiful face art. There are some people out there who could handle the job. Unless of course all the goober-house design software is still running in DOS on 286es.

Come to think of it, that's exactly what the houses look like.


* I could be talking about McMansions, but today I'm really talking about normal-people houses -- if normal people actually do have a quarter-million bucks of pocket change for a house.