Marie Kondo is now a household name.
Even my grandmother, who is a hoarder, is knowledgeable about the method and is now on the hunt for storage boxes. It's a phenomenon, I tell you.
Every three out of five articles I read on Facebook sport a preview image of the petite Japanese lady with her signature bangs.
I admit, I've watched a few episodes of her Netflix show, in awe of the hills of clothing and the mountains of komono (miscellaneous items) everyday people have accumulated through the years.
I like the whole idea of this KonMari movement. If you check out my laptop's search history, you will see that I have Googled countless of times, her methods on how to fold this or that, how to store this or that.
I also like the use of the word "tidying," as if it were a very polite and courteous way of saying, "you better clean up this freaking space." It feels like a soft blow as compared to the very disheartening image of toiling around your house just to keep it neat.
There is also the whole "spark joy" idea, which I find I have trouble with.