Elena put forth the following query: How much does grass grow overnight? What is the deal with the American desire to mow grass daily?
First, Elena, I love this question… it hits close to my Memphis heart. Memphians are especially fanatic abou their lawns–possibly because the hot, humid summers in Memphis produce especially beautiful lawns–and I definitely grew up in one of those households where the growth of the lawn was tended more obsessively than the growth of the children. Unfortuntely, I can’t answer the first part of your question (“how much does grass grow overnight?”). I suspect that there are several variables that must be considered–climate, type of grass, shade, rain, make and model of lawnmower, etc. But the second part of your question I can certainly speculate about…
FYI, you are not the only one who has been befuddled by the American lawn obsession. (See, for example, V.S. Jenkins’ The Lawn: A History of the American Obsession or T. Steinberg’s American Green: The Obsessive Quest for the Perfect Lawn.) My instinct is to say that a “perfect lawn” is one of many markers of suburban success, much in the same way that an expensive barbecue grill, an SUV, and an in-ground pool are. It’s something that the neighbors can see, and presumably admire, as evidence of one’s having “arrived.” Look at me. I have property. After all, your average proletarian doesn’t have the time or the resources to produce such a magnificently superfluous work of art. I know firsthand that the meticulous care of one’s lawn serves as a kind of neighborhood pissing-contest, and mowing it everyday not only testifies to the owner’s attention to bourgeois detail but also to the robust fecundity of the lawn itself.
But here’s a less-Marxist explanation. Mowing the lawn is fun. It smells great. You get to be outside, so its status as a “chore” is diminished. And we have lawnmowers, so it’s not all that laborious anyway.
And if the added benefit is that your neighbors think you’re Ward Cleaver reincarnate, all the better.
Thank you, Leigh :)! What a great response! I aske because, well, I am allergic to cut grass. And pollen. And weed. So, I get to be the vicitim of a pissing contest, basically ….