meaningless complaint
Sometimes we watch Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. It's a nice show. Extreme (or variations like X-Treme) is totally overused these days, but this is actually extreme. And, it's nice. A nice family gets a new home with sweet stuff inside. Sears gets an extendo-ad. ABC gets paid for their ads. The home viewer gets a heartwarming story and a happy ending.
What's to complain about? Ty's "x-treme" energy and annoying use of the megaphone? No. Michael Moloney's blindingly white teeth? No. The attempt to make you run out to Sears and shop until your credit runs out? No. The kids' rooms? BINGO.
Jimmy likes monkeys? Let's give him a monkey room! Sally loves ballet? Let's give her a ballet room. Here's a room for a kid who has a thing for zoos:
And, I'm guessing Haley likes puzzles:
Now, I'm sure the kids like these rooms, but most of these families can't just re-decorate every time their kid gets a new interest or hobby. What happens when Jimmy and Sally turn 15?
I think they should just give them a nice room they can grow into. Nobody needs a shrine to horses or trucks.
I know, the idea is to get Joe Couch Potato to get up, get to Sears and buy his precious pumpkin something for her room, but I just don't like it.
