Been looking through the houses of old friends and they all seem to be stuck in the 1960s. I now find it difficult to appreciate the following stereotype styles:

Old Malate
Vigan Fil-Hispanic
Department Chairperson Kitsch
Mabini Art Gallery
Three-Star Hotel
SM Moderne
Tacky, Faux Italianate
Opus Dei, Faux Vatican
Boracay
Tiendesitas Tibetan
Repurposed Ecclesiasticals
Papemelroti Country Slogan Central
Drop-Dead Ceramics

I stopped looking after that. I now fully appreciate the simple, unpretentious houses of simple, unpretentious people, such as those in my neighborhood.