Once they got to about Jr High, it’s weird that the Cleaver boys didn’t complain about having to share a bedroom.
Sharing a bedroom? I was raised in a pretty middle-class family with a decent-sized 4-BR house and I had to share a bedroom with my one of my brothers until I was a sophomore in high school. Didn’t think much of it. In fact, when my older brother came home from college for the summer, he (19 YO) would have to share the same bedroom with my younger brother (11 YO). Of course, my sister, the youngest child, always got her own bedroom. Rassen-frassen.
Yeah, I shared a bedroom with my brother until I was a sophomore or so (I forget when I got the room to myself).
Lots of people wouldn’t find that strange at all. Depends a lot where you live , how many kids and how you live. The apartment I grew up in (in my grandfather’s house) had three bedrooms- one for my parents, one for my brother and one for the three girls. I ( the oldest) got my own bedroom when I was 12 because my brother moved to Grandpa’s apartment. If I remember correctly, the Cleavers had a guest room - the only people I knew with a guest room were some families with one child. I assumed they must have had guests fairly often, because no one I knew would have 2 kids sharing a room and a guest bedroom that was empty almost all the time.
Like these people on House Hunters that have three kids and need 6 bedrooms. Parents, each kid, guest, office/storeroom. It just sounds so…American excess. Sharing a room is completely unacceptable! And the kids’ rooms have to be in the right spot.
Of course, I’m one to talk. Our farm house had 5 (or 7, if I count the sealed off rooms.) bedrooms, and just me for a kid. However, my folks didn’t buy it demanding 5 br, if they did, they should have got more than the one bathroom!
At one point, my “family,” such as it was, consisted of six people living in a home meant for half that number. Not only did I have to share a bedroom with my older brother, we had to sleep in the same bed until he went into the USAF at the age of 21, when I was 13. This continued when he returned four years later, but not for long. (Which was good, since he also came home one night with the crabs.) He finally got a place of his own, which pissed our mother off no end because she expected him to stay and “help” her after she divorced the retarded alcoholic she’d married.
House Hunters is its own beast! Every single person wants a budget house that also a huge room to “entertain our friends” in and an open kitchen.
Are you sure you didn’t want to post this in the “Feel Good Story of the Day” thread? 
I recently heard a chef talking about this. His first point was that he has a towel tucked into his back pocket at all times, so it’s at hand.
His second point was that he’s moving quickly between various sources of heat/flame, and there’s always a chance of whatever he’s using catching fire, in which case a towel is much quicker to dispose of than an oven glove.
A dish towel does the exact same thing an oven mitt does, does it faster, and can do other things besides. I always have a couple hanging from the oven door, and half a dozen more around the kitchen.
You just have to make sure they’re not wet.
We should start a “Has your life been shittier than mine?” thread. 
We do have the monthly mini-rants in the Pit. I swear that gets competitive sometimes…
You had a pit? We had to build our fires on the wooden floor. We built them out of trash we found.
Yeah. Back in the 1980s when I worked in a kitchen every summer, towels were used for that sort of thing, and everyone always had one or two hanging from their apron.
Luxury. We sat around a drawing of a fire, and we were glad of it.
Luxury! you had a drawing? we had to imagine our own fire.
You SAT?
Your room was tall enough to stand?
You had your own room? 
Sigh… I knew I shouldn’t have started Yorkshiring.