I am angry, aren’t you? We’ve waited and waited, patiently even which is not my strong suit, but still nothing . Promises were made, or at least it felt that way to little kid me, and they have absolutely not been kept. It is unacceptable, yet no one talks about it. Today, I draw the line and raise my voice to the heavens….
WHERE IS MY KITCHEN OF THE FUTURE?
WHERE IS MY HOME OF TOMORROW, TODAY?
WHERE IS MY SILVER JUMPSUIT WITH SHOULDER PADS AND A GIANT “V”?
You see what I’m saying? It is 2022. There is no excuse for me to not be living in a home made of “exciting plastics” with a dishwasher that rises from a countertop and doubles as dish storage. There’s just not. Just look at what we are all promised way back in the 1950s.
Why am I not being danced into my automated kitchen every night in my ball gown of the day, by my smiling , tux clad, husband? I don’t have three cold storage areas and I don’t even know what irradiated food is! Ok, I looked it up. It’s apparently when food is exposed to actual RADIATION, like GAMMA RAYS to reduce harmful bacteria and parasites and aid preservation. That sounds terrifying. On second thought maybe I don’t want the irradiated food storage, but that’s it. I still want all the other stuff.
I spent my childhood absorbing these short films, cartoons, even bad sci fi films (many set current times) made promises.(When do we all start wearing the jumpsuits? I mean, I’m well into the final years of my jumpsuit window and I’ll be crushed if I miss it.) They were how we as impressionable kids framed our vision of the world of tomorrow, and while i’m not totally disappointed by where progress has led us, i have to admit, that rose scent pumped through the AC would be very nice.
YouTube is full of kitchens of the future… so here’s one more.