There’s something about men and televisions. We convince ourselves we need the best or the biggest. We need the one with the highest acronym count and talk about refresh rates like horsepower, believing a better panel means a better life.
And for a while, it feels good. You spend big money on a monster screen or flagship OLED, mount it proudly on the wall, switch it on, and wait for your life to look like a cinematic trailer.
But if you’re a family man, it’s wishful thinking….

