I know a lot of you have seen the most recent episode of The Style Channel’s Clean House. For those of you who have not seen it or even heard of the show — It’s your basic home show. The Clean House crew goes to a cluttered house, usually so cluttered that walking is nearly impossible, and they convince the homeowners to sell their belongings. From the yard sale, they take that money and match it, and they redecorate.
Well, on the most recently one, a two hour special, Niecy Nash and crew found a couple who had the worst home in the continental united states. That’s what they claimed, anyway. Normally they stay away from people who seem to have actual disorders, but these people were hoarders. Among the random stuff? A collection of Baby-Sitter’s Club books, referred to on the show as “Babysitting Books.” I’m going to reserve my commentary on the couple and their habits and stay focused on what happened to the books.
Now, I’m not a home organization expert or anything, but I would think that if a person is crying over books, that maybe, just maybe, we could work them into the design scheme somehow. It seems to be almost epidemic of the show — they get rid of books, movies, clothes, collections of things, and treasured family heirlooms. As someone who does collect books, I’m slightly offended by the fact that they can never work books into the design scheme. It’s as though reading is something to be done at night, in secret. Yet it’s as popular as ever.
But the real story comes when I went to read another websites comments. Yes, I occasionally look into what people have to say about TV shows. The general outcry, on at least one website, is that collecting BSC books as a grown up, is wrong.
Should I stop scouring bookstores in search of those elusive few books I’m missing? Should the hundreds of people who post on message boards and write BSC fanfiction suddenly stop?
No. I would like to point out, however, that if a TV show came to my house and asked me to give up my BSC books for a total redesign, I’d probably be okay with it. I’d try to bargain, save a few of my favorites. But I think I could part with them — as long as I wasn’t throwing them in the dumpster.