![]() In “Tuscan Leather,” from 2013, Drake raps, “Just give it time, we’ll see who’s still around a decade from now.” Whoever among us is still here, it seems certain that we will still be living with the insidious and inescapable word “Tuscan,” used as marketing adjective, cultural signifier, life-style choice. Why deprive our pets of the pleasures of Tuscan living? This barely merited a raised eyebrow I’d already been guilty of feeding my cat Fancy Feast’s White Meat Chicken Tuscany. Recently, I watched my friend fill his dog’s bowl with Beneful Tuscan Style Medley dog food. ![]() I have eaten, sometimes on Tuscan dinnerware, a Tuscan Chicken on Ciabatta from Wendy’s, a Tuscan Chicken Melt from Subway, the $6.99 Tuscan Duo at Olive Garden, and Tuscan Hummus from California Pizza Kitchen. I have stood barefoot on Tuscan bathroom tiles, washing my hands under Tuscan faucets after having used Tuscan toilets. ![]() I have sat on Tuscan-brown sofas surrounded by Tuscan-yellow walls, lounged on Tuscan patios made with Tuscan pavers, surrounded by Tuscan landscaping. The 1996 book “Under the Tuscan Sun” turned a region of Italy into a shorthand for a certain kind of bourgeois luxury and good taste. ![]()
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