My sister has a beautiful Stickley entertainment unit. Fine oak. E.J. Audi label. She paid about $3,000 for it a few short years ago. And nobody wants it.
She listed it on Craig's List for a few hundred dollars, and the only nibble was some weird, Nigerian-style, spammer.
It was built for a fat TV. It has wide shelves for vases and books. Nearly six feet high and wide, it was meant to be a statement piece. The trouble is that nobody wants to make that kind of statement anymore. Today, a TV is supposed to lie flat on a wall like a picture frame with a simple credenza underneath to hide the cable boxes and xBox remotes.
Partially this change from the statement entertainment unit to the subtle TV has come from technology. They learned how to make a skinny TV. But I also think it has come from a change in how we watch TV.
Television is no longer a family activity. With access to entertainment on our iPhones, iPads, computers, and other devices, we're consuming entertainment alone.
Growing up, Saturday morning cartoons involved intense political negotiations between my brother, sister and myself. Who got to the TV first helped to determine who was Master of the Channels. Height and weight also figured in. I could assume the role of Master of the Channels simply by sitting on my brother. Waking up my parents to intervene in these complex matters was simply not an option. Bringing in the parents was the atomic bomb of solutions, because there would be mutually assumed destruction. So, I suffered through Land of the Lost with my brother and he had to watch the Brady Bunch.
Now, if someone doesn't like the offerings on TV, they can simply wander out of the room. Ian doesn't have to sit through Pawn Stars on the History Channel. He just goes to the computer and pulls up some super exciting You Tube videos of walkthroughs of his favorite video games. (Some walkthrough YouTube stars have huge followings and make a nice living at that.) Steve and I are watching old episodes of Downton Abbey on my iPad, which streams Netflix movies better than the TV.
While I was never the fan of the entertainment center, my sister's misfit furniture makes me a little sad. I'm sad for that such a quality piece of furniture could end up in the trash. I'm also sad that TV watching is no longer a family activity.
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