An Open Letter To HGTV
<p>I hate-watch you, day and night. I’ve seen every flip. Even those that flopped. I know which Property Brother is Drew and which is Jonathan. I’m steeled for every epic design “disaster” that seems to happen right before you cut to commercial.</p>
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<p>“Oh no, they didn’t deliver our Brazilian chestnut flooring and the homeowners will be here in eleven minutes! What. Will. We. Do!?!”</p>
<p>Five Sherwin-Williams commercials later…</p>
<p>“Luckily we found 4000 square feet of Brazilian chestnut flooring in the garage. They just installed it. Whew!”</p>
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<p>Yes, I can forgive crap like that. Just like McDonald’s, I know exactly what I’m getting into when I’m there. I’m obviously asking for it.</p>
<p>Plucky southern female designers married to jokester contractors.</p>
<p>Lovable gay design teams who bicker constantly, but 24 minutes later create a minimaluxe masterpiece.</p>
<p>Somewhat believable couples hunting for an affordable house in their town’s red-hot real estate market.</p>
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<p>“He wants a turnkey, split level with a pool, man-cave, and beachfront access in the city, but she wants an open-concept Tudor fixer in the suburbs with a white kitchen, 70s discotheque, and room to raise alpacas. Will this couple ever see eye to eye?</p>
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<p>Spoiler alert: Yes. They owned the house before the show even started.</p>
<p>And still, I watch.</p>
<p>Like someone suffering from Television Stockholm Syndrome, night after night I keep coming back for more HGTV.</p>
<p><strong><em>You should know, it’s not all peel-and-stick wallpaper. There’s something much more nefarious at play here.</em></strong></p>
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