The American dream of a suburban house with a white picket fence cordons off the home as a haven, separate from the outside world. This personal, private utopia becomes defined by who gets let in. And that is determined by a device that isn’t often thought of as technology. But it's the first thing that you touch when you enter someone else’s home. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
That's the sound of a mountain Dew.
Citrus.
And that's you enjoying its refreshing citrus kick.
That's a cool breeze suddenly whistling through your hair.
Whoa.
That's you realizing you're now on a mountain.
This is epic.
That's you stating the others.
Mountain Dew.
Do.
Do the do.
Hello, Avery.
Hello.
Just go through the door, go to the elevator, and come up to the third floor.
Thank you so much, Ruth from New York magazine's curbed and the Vox Media podcast network.
This is nice try.
I'm Avery Trufelmande.
I want to start this with the act of entering someone else's home, an act that is at times mundane or exciting or transgressive, especially if one is barging in with a microphone.
You're already Riccard.
I am.