They are neurotically obsessed with irrational clutter and therefore in a process of savage degeneration. But this Adolf Loos doctrine also flunks the Grandfather Clause. Adolf Loos may think that doilies and antimacassars are the road to hell, but my grandfather is even more degenerate than that. His corpse is being devoured by microbes and vanishing into the biosphere in a messy, repugnant process of nutrient recovery. Once we cut to the chase and admit that people age, die, and rot, that they sag, that they go blind, they shave and cut their hair, clip their toenails, vomit and eliminate, it seems absurdly squeamish of us to worry about the cherubs on their fruit bowls.
Minimal lightness makes no provisions for decline and decay.
Conflating mechanical efficiency with spiritual notions of ineffability, it wants a final Year Zero solution for a permanent now. Minimalist structures age very badly. Modernist furniture is notoriously hard to keep house with because, although it's simple and streamlined, every imperfection shouts aggressively at you from across the room. A tacky, overstuffed, bourgeois chair of wood and leather merely takes on character from time's abuse. Fake antiques are often beaten up with chains, because a beating makes them sexier.