In my immigrant grandparents' home, the tv was decidedly NOT on display by the 1970s. Now the 50s? Prom pictures were taken next to it.
You know, as the alarm went off this morning, I had a passing fantasy about taking a mental health day. Then I recalled all this stuff I wanted to do, and fantasy poofed.
I get in to discover the database spent the weekend figuratively puking its gut out, and I have just now been informed that it is well and truly dead. Restore-from-tape dead. So there's very little to do except watch a deadline next week loom ominously.
I think anyone with both a living room and a den has the TV in the den
Unless you had one in both.
When we lived in England we lived in a succession of furnished houses, so we just went with the flow. Hampstead Garden Suburbs was the ivy-covered Tudor, all dark and ominous and just about my favourite. Anyone who's seen my "pew" can easily imagine the decor of the dining room--with maroon walls and poor natural lighting to boot.
Had TV in the family room, sure. And all the bedrooms. And the living room. I don't know how old money it was supposed to represent, but there was certainly addiction represented there too.
Problem with the TV in den scenario is that my father doesn't hang out in dens but has his sports-watching needs. So unless he has his own private space for a TV, it goes in the living room. The house we actually own has an add on apartment he's colonised, and so we're living room TV free.
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Sigh. This is going to turn over while I'm on the way home.
Unless you had one in both.
Oh yeah. I forget that regardless of class, I come from a family without many TVs!
Old money has one kick-ass TV in a room where you don't receive company. Maybe a little B&W in the laundry room or kitchen.
Not in the bedroom, and the kids certainly wouldn't get a TV in their rooms.
Hee--Cute Overload finally posted the moose-in-sprinklers videos that someone posted here a week or two ago, and many of the comments have Monty Python references in parentheses.
I get in to discover the database spent the weekend figuratively puking its gut out, and I have just now been informed that it is well and truly dead. Restore-from-tape dead. So there's very little to do except watch a deadline next week loom ominously.
Goodness, in my usual everything-is-my-fault and the poisoning-computers tradition I seems to have developed during the last couple of weeks, I already managed to cross the ocean? Sigh.
Only my deadline is on Thursday.
New money has a movie theatre in the basement. What's so cool about old money again?
Oh yeah. I forget that regardless of class, I come from a family without many TVs!
Jesse, I can smell the old money from here. First, "Phillips", now this. Don't know how the cowgirl thing fits into it. Unless you become the eccentric aunt.
I forget that regardless of class, I come from a family without many TVs!
Ha!
I think in Jamaica, which reasonably recently got both colour TV and more than one station, no old money is old enough to not have more than the one TV.
