And by “end,” the instructions mean driving the other players to bankruptcy, which is always a cheery way to wrap up a family get-together. Everyone remembers the pandemic toilet paper shortages, right?Įither way, the goal of this game, according to the rules, is to win by ending with more money and real estate under your control than your opponents. Mencken may have been on to something in “ A Book of Burlesques,” in which he humorously defined wealth as “any income that is at least $100 more a year than the income of one’s wife’s sister’s husband.” Or maybe trying to win at Monopoly by buying as many properties as possible comes from our natural instinct to survive by hoarding valuable resources. Maybe it’s the human inclination to not only keep up with the Joneses, but to really rub the Jones’s noses in it that brings out the competitive killer in Monopoly players. The game always ended with someone crying, but fortunately I found that my ex could be soothed with some sort of baked good. I would eventually have to leave the room because I didn’t want to witness the savage arguments that would result between my older child and my ex-husband. The game was unlikely to end before their bedtimes, and possibly not within my lifetime. Monopoly on it, because I immediately realized two things: Playing with my children was one of the great joys of my life, except when they stood before me holding the box with Mr. When I look back at my child-rearing years, one of the most enduring emotions I felt - besides intense love and sleep deprivation - was absolute dread when my kids brought out the Monopoly set.
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