Why I hate wood.

OK, I don't hate the material wood.
But I don't like pale wood furniture. Such as any form of pine and birch.
Why?
Pine was a big hit in the 80s and 90s here in Norway. It was "cosy" (a word Norwegians seriously over-use) and reminded everyone of their favorite pasttime, going away to their small, cramped cabins out in the woods where everything was made of wood.
Mum, being German, wasn't used to seeing all this wooden furniture and fell head over heels. Result? The whole bloody house is furnitured with pine wood stuff. *cringe*
So... yeah. I grew up in pine hell.
Love and I have one piece of pine furniture. Our tv/stereo bench. Love bought it when he moved out from his parents and still likes it.
But I have my heart set on chucking it out, bah! Mainly because it doesn't match any of our furniture. We have cast iron living room tables (with glass plates... goodness, that was a bad idea!), white Billy IKEA shelves (love them! :D) and our dining room furniture, although being massive wood, is glazed in a cherrywood like colour. Our bed and bedside tables are also cast iron (which makes mother in law nervous 'cause she heard of someone getting struck by lightening in a cast iron bed). Well, my desk is pale wood, but it's fake. And borrowed. So it doesn't count! *lol*