tap dancing on hard plastic
Finally someone brought this up here, me being an absolute exorcist and Nazi type hater of this 20th/21st century's mental aberation called "laminated flooring".
I HATE it.
That tap dancing comparison pictures it in all its disgusting phoney wannabe appearance, no better comparison than that.
If a floor is supposed to be wood it must be wooden. If it is supposed to be plastic it should be and look like plastic. Stone must be stone likewise.
But some cheap "wooden look" plastic floor (some types even with still cheaper compressed cardboard inside) is an insult to the human mind IMHO.
Thank God I am not entirely alone with my point of view, here is another one of an architect's friend:
"German split-house halves: The demise of real architecture, yet so readily out-of-the-box. Covered with laminated floors to be ready for families where lintballs and dust mice are just as rare as real and decent orgasms." ;-))
His remark made me laugh and I could literally see and "feel" them in 3D as if being alive: All those cosmetic-consuming and "overstressed" secretary-type mothers driving their high-maintenance prissy daughters from pony farm to the hairdresser's and back again helplessly trapped behind the steering wheel of an oversized SUV. All those know-it-all grandmas sloshing out the mop bucket into the street gutter, pulling straight their vinyl sweater and stuffing it back under the belt of their pants. (Keep in mind: You do NOT empty the bucket in your toilet, no way! You do it out in the open, so all the neighbors can see how industrious you are!)
THAT is what "wooden" plastic flooring means to me.
Gravity concentrators aka plank punchers aka high heels included.
HATE it!
*phew*
Joe