I was watching something last night--I don't know what it was--and it suddenly occurred to me:
People on TV have the best bed linens ever.
Like, even the lower middle class folks, or the working class couples, or the struggling artists--the ones living in apartments five times the size they could actually afford in Manhattan--have foot-thick duvets with matching pillow shams and dust ruffles and throwpillows and crap crappity crap crap. To those of us sleeping under Wal-Mart comforters and resting our heads on pillows we've had since we were bed-wetting age, it's a bizarre logic to follow.
