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Julie Larson began writing The Dinette Set comic in 1990, then called Suburban Torture, offering a satire on middle class culture. The Dinette Set became syndicated in 1997. When asked where Julie gets all of her ideas, she admits there is only one way to write a daily comic: write about what you know. "I make no bones about who’s really talking in The Dinette Set," says Julie, who is writer, director and cast of The Dinette Set. "If we can’t make fun of ourselves, who will?"
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simpsonfan2 said, 5 months ago
That’s for show too, duh.
mikie2
said, 5 months ago
My God. My mother—and probably lots of other mothers as well—had tons of stuff that were “for show!” Several entire rooms even. Sort of like the old Hebraic Holy of Holies. Only certain people got to go in there and then only once a year. But it did have a window A/C all its own while the rest of us muddled along with less.
And Dale, you and Jerry can use as much of the paper you find in there as you like, it’s provided by the Crustwood U-Stor-It.
margueritem
said, 5 months ago
Good one, Dale!
margueritem
said, 5 months ago
@mikie2
Did your Mom put plastic covers on the furniture?
SusanSunshine
said, 5 months ago
I remember trying to sneak a piece of unwrapped hard candy from my grandmother’s covered glass dish.
Most of it lifted up in one stuck-together block, and I had a hard time getting it back into the dish before anyone saw.
My mother, my aunts, the neighbors…. all had bowls of inedible treasures… dusty, cracked Jordan almonds, faded gumdrops….
I’ve visited my ex-husband’s mother since his middle-aged brothers were teens,
and I still can’t get used to the idea that the little footed jars of M&M’s or nuts or mints in her living room are there to EAT…
I instantly feel guilty if I open the dish.
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purple sky
said, 5 months ago
Oh, my achin’ head. Yeah, I remember a lot of my relatives had stuff ‘just for show’, and several of them did, in fact, have plastic covers on the furniture. If we were even permitted in that room we, as kids, were told to sit on the floor, stop squirming and hush up. And I remember that melted-together-lump in the candy dish, too, Susan. This all brings back some not-so-fond memories.
capndunzzl said, 5 months ago
I think the cartoonist has way too much time on his/her hands.
Pacopuddy said, 5 months ago
There was always a room kept for weddings, funerals and Royal Visits only – and had the Queen ever popped round, she would have had to be very careful not to drop crumbs . . .
celestpuls said, 5 months ago
Is the clown rolling his eyes?
mikie2
said, 5 months ago
@margueritem
No, fortunately, although she did have one lamp that still retained the plastic covering on the shade.
fredb49 said, 5 months ago
That can of Lysol is not for show, close the door and use it!
riverhawk
said, 5 months ago
My dear mother in law had a book next to the “good” chair in her front room. The book was there for over thirty years.
finale said, 5 months ago
Lump o’candy and f*rt noises from when you actually got to sit on the plasyic covered gold brocade couch so you could gaze at the deep maroon drapes with gold tassels. Good times.
Lassie1 said, 5 months ago
Ha! My mother had fancy chairs, rugs, and a couch (covered in plastic) – not only were we not allowed to sit on them, we had to eat down in the semi-refinished basement and hang out, entertain guests in our bedrooms (which got interesting when we were old enough to date). It will be my supreme pleasure, after mom kicks off, to call the Rescue Mission to haul her precious furniture away…And my aunt’s bathroom door opened directly into her kitchen. Where everyone sat, eating and visiting, while there you are having a major digestive upset, separated from the group only by a particleboard door….gah!
mythreesons
said, 5 months ago
My living room is for kept “company neat” all the time. However, anyone who enters the house is “company.” My TV and comfy chair are elsewhere.