We try to keep a clean and tidy house. This plan is facilitated by the fact that we no longer have a.) children living with us; b.) cats, dogs, or other pets; c.) jobs that keep us too tired to care about an accumulation of dust and other grime.
Add to that the fact that we are two mildly obsessive-compulsive organizing types, and you'd think that one could eat off the floor on any given day or check for a poppy seed between teeth in the reflection from the polished coffee table.
Well, that certainly is NOT the case at all. And then, too, one of us is a collector with an impressive amount of stuff that he does not like the other one of us to dust for fear she will break something.
Still, those TV shows of a few years ago--the ones where a professional organizer came in to help the homeowners get a handle on the garage, or make a home office more efficient, or a family room more functional--they really kind of made me twitch. The shows that were on this past summer--the ones about hoarders--can not watch them. I would rather watch blood and guts surgical procedures if it was a forced choice.
I understand that hording is a serious mental health condition. I'm sure it is a topic that is worthy of a documentary to raise awareness. A reality show, week after week? No, thank-you.
Once we get the trans fats and other anti-nutrition substances out of our food, can we start to pay attention to the trans fat equivalents that are being fed to our brains by "entertainment"?