The King on black velvet. "Who do you think you are? Well, who do you think I think I am? Uh-huh-huh!"
There is an interesting discussion on the subject of taste developing over at the Salt Water New England blog. Like so many such discussions there, multiple points of view seem to be emerging on what constitutes good taste and how such taste is acquired (or not) with a few commenters getting a bit testy judging by the tone of their replies.
I'll toss my hat in the ring -- very much in the spirit of money see, monkey do -- and pose the following related questions. A large painting of Elvis on black velvet hanging proudly over the fireplace? Mini-NFL helmets/troll dolls/beer mugs/tiny moose, Holstein cows, or similar arrayed around the perimeter of the living room? The now dusty singing bass of late 1990s Christmases gone by above the sofa? Or perhaps the fabled light-up Venus in the Rain statue displayed prominently in the entryway? Anyone? Anyone?