Actually, the magic words most likely to induce instantaneous aesthetic bulimia is "Country Club Living." In the raters phrase book, it is defined roughly as a Ted Robinson Golf Course with oval bunkers, cutesy ponds and fairways lined with faux Mediterranean crackerboxes. Mandatory in each tiny backyard are chaise lounges, buckling under the weight of obese sows sunning their flaccid breasts next to dirty wading pools.
Arizona has exactly 4,379 such abominations. I would rather listen to Led Zeppelin played on an erhu than subject myself to another County Club Living crap track.
Incidentally, I would like to assert that I am the only GCAtlas contributor who has actually "played" an erhu. If I get the chance tomorrow, I'll recount the sad tale.