Move over, skitdrömmar. Now, we buy not the kitchen anymore, but loneliness. We buy it by Marie Kondo, a businesswoman who has become successful at selling two things. Secondly, a method to throw things away. On one hand, a method of folding the retaining.
Kondo has a website, a book publishing and a tv program. Through them, she teaches us to throw away that which is superfluous. The philosophy behind has a long tradition and is worthy of all respect – but the problem arises when a complex philosophy of life to face the rapid communication and livsstilskonsumismen in traditional and social media.
When Kondometoden boiled down to hashtags, is the watchword joy. Joy! We should only surround ourselves with things that make us happy! In order to determine what should be retained, we move our things and see if they give a spark of happiness. Try to say it out loud: I am. . Just. Surround. Me. With. It. That. Do. Me. Sparkling. Happy.
”skitdrömmen” to want to renovate his kitchen, in the top of any of all growing inredningsvågor, was skitdrömmen still a dream of creating a kitchen for the family. It then seemed like a small, tight circuit, and no it was not a dream to renovate the society. But skitdrömmen contained a trace of cohesion. A kitchen island is something to gather around. Building a home is associated for many with to build a community.
Then, we could have comments on that ”people” didn’t want to keep originalfunkisinredningen, absolutely. And of course you could make light of it, among all the dazzling white would always be a big bowl of thinner than paper porcelain, filled with citrus, and a tall glass tube with lilies (for those of you who were not with imagine that it is like a big bowl of substantial stoneware full with different kålhuvuden, and a ärjad pot of half-wilted tulips, approximately). But between the lime and fondväggen it would still be friends, relatives, PEOPLE, and drink latte.
Skitdrömmen was to create a space for the common meal, skitdrömmen was to knock out the walls so that the family would get more time together. The opposite of the acclaimed funkisköket, where the mother would stay in solitude while the other sat in the couch. A kitchen where you hacked together.
When I cast a glance around my own home, it is very, very little kicks of joy.
it is skottpeng to buy something so non-organic lime, and in addition to that people now river out fully functional millenieskifteskök to install the reproduction of the mix, we’ll be mothers again stand alone on the korkmattan. We are going to stand there and feel if we feel something for the espresso machine. It is not a development to laugh at. Iskölden in the image of the woman as enjoying their well-selected objects. Without disturbing elements. In the loneliness.
the Pleasure in the object requires a distance to the people. People can’t fold. They have a nasty tendency to have other feelings than yourself. Appreciate other things. Feel another joy.
those who want to Kondofiera their home, need to either look at the family as a centralised organism, the individual members. It’s going to kick joy in me, must also kick the joy in you. You do not feel the joy when you hold in my brorsons drawing? You do not feel the joy when you hold in the cups are from Amalfi? You do not know me at all?
Or, the family must be sorted out.
together with other people, is very little about individual happiness, or even collective joy, and pretty much on the other. It’s mostly about… well, neither. Not joy nor any direct suffering. Not a lot of sense, but only as well as the things that have been lying around. That is the their actual value.
When I cast a glance around my own home, it is very, very little kicks of joy. There are broken plastic toys and poorly washed mixerskålar, it is easy möglade football boots and tennis shoes and skates and balettskor and not a single one of these, not one, gives me any particular pleasure, or is even in my size.
When I take in the members of the family? There is rarely any spark of joy then either. It is the February high of the pharaoh, and if I take in you, it is likely either to move out of the way for diskmaskinsluckan, or to wipe your nose. We have, of course, a kitchen where everyone is at the same time.
It is, of course, that is the whole idea with fellow human beings. And with appliances. They do not always give a joy. Without that, you sometimes have to give them joy. Or you have to wait on that maybe they will come another day when you can rejoice in each other. Or the joy of a diskpropp is limited, but you need it anyway.
shit, and each other’s memories, each other’s strange hang-ups. And that’s precisely where the joy arises. Sometime every now and then. When you do not reject it, who have lost their spark of joy, but when you hold it. Keeps it still in his hand. Joyless, unloaded, on a daily basis. Without any direct thought.
It is not a skitdröm want to have it nice at home, or not having to stumble over debris on the way out of the hall. There is no skitdröm to seek order and calm. But there is something very scary in the ensamhetsprojekt that Marie Kondo attached to. For Kondos monumental success suggest that she attached to the spirit of the times. My time. My feeling. My things. My fingertips.
My delight. My kitchen.
Greta Thurfjell: I have a white month and must content myself with looking at a japanese städguru