There was an editorial in the Paris Times that said that Ikea is the great equalizer because people of all socio-economic levels shop and furnish their homes there. On movies and tv shows, I recognize a lot of things that come from Ikea. Unhappiness does not come from Ikea.
But what happens is you get rid of that old, scarred up Oak desk that was your dads and you replace it with a nifty new one from Ikea. It looks great, the drawers dont stick, what a deal. Two years later it's a piece of crap. The hinges are broken, it wobbles, and you want your old desk back. Unhappiness come from Ikea, but it takes a few years to get there.
Trashman you are not getting a grip on the 21st. When that happens, you go back to Ikea and get another new desk every two years.
That's fine if you're 18 years old and time is slow. But when you get older a year is two weeks long and two years is only a month. That mean that while you're assembling the MF desk you have to be planning your trip back to Ikea to get its replacement.