Thursday, February 14, 2008 | by nathan

They All Play On the Golf Course and Drink Their Martinis Dry

Cary Tennis has probably written his best column to date. The headline is "Help! I’m a prisoner in a big suburban house!"

Here’s an excerpt. I highly recommend reading the whole thing:

You can’t put your finger on it but the place you are in does not make you happy. The place you are in is big and pretty. So that makes it hard to explain. Why does big and pretty not make you happy?

It doesn’t make you happy because it’s not made for humans. It’s made for cars. These suburban houses are basically huge garages with attached living quarters for servants — meaning us. We are the servants. We work for the cars who live there. The cars have a very good life. We make sure of that. But our lives are not so good there.

I do believe that suburban living is a form of torture. If you made suspected terrorists live in big suburban houses, they would talk eventually.

But they’d probably only say things like, "Have you seen my keys?"

Interweb

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