The Big Reveal

I’ve watched my share of Fixer Upper over the years. My wife loves it. My kids all love it. If you’re between, say, 30 and 50, white, and live in the suburbs, odds are someone in your house is a fan.

While I appreciate the show, it has worn on me over the years. Thus I enjoyed McSweeney’s poking a little fun at the show.

WE’RE ENDING FIXER UPPER SO WE CAN EXPLORE OUR NEW PASSION FOR 1970S EUROPEAN BRUTALISM

Now we can say to the Smiths and the Prestons and all the other good families we’ve been blessed to work with: you are meaningless specks in the face of mechanization and the worker-state. Here is your concrete cube. We don’t care if you like it. It is functional enough for your purposes. Get over yourselves.