We live in a society that seems to love extremes. I grew up in a family and an era that valued moderation. My grandparents, and my parents lived through the depression and World War Two. The value they held most dear was frugality. They saved everything no matter how small. Every meal had leftovers since overeating was viewed as a cardinal sin. Closets were small and contained minimal amounts of clothing. I often watch HGTV and find myself cracking up at the fact that many of the negative comments revolve around closet size. They are often viewed as “too small”. One woman had more than a hundred pair of shoes that she said needed their own space. Did she think the shoes would get lonely if there were only a few? The ultimate irony is that our culture has segued into bigger and bigger homes and most people end up not using all of them. Eventually the children leave and you end up being alone in your big space and move to an Assisted Living because you’re lonely.
The home I was born in was the residence for the entire family. It was a three story and my grandparents, aunts, and uncles lived there as well as a couple of boarders, the ultimate assisted living. Rooms were not designated for a specific purpose. There was no mud room play room, man cave or en suite. I have never understood the need for a “mud room”, unless you’re coming in from planting corn in the North Forty. I played in the kitchen with pots and pans, rolling pins and pieces of dough my grandparents gave me when they were making bread. A lot of kids today have so many toys that they could open their own store. Their imagination is being occluded by the fact that toys now do what we used to imagine doing. Things sing, dance and repeat themselves over and over until you feel like a lobotomy would be preferable. My in-laws once gave one of my kids a talking bunny. It relentlessly said “Hi, there, my name is Bugs Bunny and I love carrots”. I finally buried it in the back yard. But it must have been programmed by someone who wanted to drive parents insane. In the spring our dog uncovered the rabbit from hell and it was still repeating its mantra.
We all used to go for a walk after dinner, now you need your Fitbit or pedometer to tell you how many steps you’ve taken, and a drink to replace your electrolytes in case you get depleted. Your footwear needs to be commiserate to your activity. If you have to jump over a puddle in the middle of your walk, you should have a pair of “puddle jumping sneakers”.
Do I sound like a dinosaur? Perhaps, but I am hoping that in some small way I can sound the alarm of excessiveness that has permeated our society through the lens of absurdity. Too much of a good thing, may just be too much!
3 Replies to “Too Much is Too Much”
AMEN!! I can relate to every word!
You are so right! Those were the best times and we didn’t ever know it!
Simple is better… you are right! Wondering how the “ puddle jumping sneakers work?” Kidding!