In my Valentine’s post last year (new one coming in two weeks, ladies), I declared “the boob job is today’s bad toupee.”
In 2013, I’m proclaiming that the fake lawn is today’s boob job. It looks like shit, homeowners. And if you think it’s cutting down on maintenance, I present to you exhibit A: my neighbor’s artificial turf, now sprouting weeds. Worth every penny.
Here in SoCal, the city of Glendale banned artificial grass, because of concerns about its plastic and chemical composition. Feel free to let the kids and dog have at it, neighbor.
A lawn was meant to be mowed, not vacuumed. Rip it up.