Brick lasts a hundred years, but batteries die every few.

My dad worked with those old gas trowels for thirty years and his hearing is shot. I get the nostalgia, but I'll take the quiet electric ones any day. That constant noise wasn't peaceful, it was just damaging. Sometimes an upgrade is just an upgrade, no deep meaning behind it.

Yeah, that's a hard lesson to learn. My cousin made a batch of brownies for a school thing once, used a spoon she'd stirred peanut butter with earlier. Didn't even cross her mind. Kid ended up needing an epi pen. It's the hidden stuff, the cross contact, that gets you. You just don't think about it until something bad happens.

My friend quit art after a similar comment last year.

That "basic flaw" sounds pretty minor to me, honestly.