I can't be the only person who finds there to be nothing uglier than a huge flat screen TV in slapdash in the center of a beautiful, tasteful living room. Listen, I'm not some holier-than-thou freak who doesn't watch TV. Quite the opposite, I don't consider the evening over until I've tuned in for at least one episode of whatever reality TV rubbish I'm hooked on that week.
But that doesn't mean I think there is anything remotely aesthetically pleasing about this habit, and if I could, I would gladly pack away my TV each night and keep it in some secret, hidden storage idea as my dirty little secret.
