Lawns are soul-crushing to the suburban homeowners who are are coerced to slash their natural meadows to conform to demands for artificially maintained turf.
Well, that does sound like what I felt when I was twelve years old and sent out to mow the lawn. Decades later, after encountering much more thoroughly soul-bruising experiences, I don't agree. I do feel for the guy who lives on a street where everyone want to have lawns that look like the greens at Augusta. But 45 minutes with a mower every week (fall and spring) or two doesn't crush my soul that badly these days.