Furniture, vital in everyday life, hardly ever plays a large role in art. Henry James' "The Spoils of Poynton" comes to mind, in which the characters' inner lives are manifested in their dreadful fight over inherited furnishings, as do stories by Anzia Yezierska, in which the meager possessions of immigrant Jews on the Lower East Side come to symbolize both their survival and their salvation. But for the most part, as in much of our lives, tables, chairs, sofas, bureaus, cabinets and the like are taken for granted in art, imbued with little meaning.
Did you hate Fran Drescher in "The Nanny" because she was, well, such a stereotype? And what side were you on in the bitter 1972 cultural war that emerged after "Bridget Loves Bernie" became the fifth most-watched television series, only to be canceled because Jewish religious groups alleged it was soft on intermarriage?