You can hide your TV inside an étagère or armoire. Shove it behind heavy drapery, a huge cactus, or a grand floral arrangement. Stash it in a black lacquer entertainment center. Allow it to seek refuge inside a hand-painted tromp l’oeil dollhouse. Disguise it as an old-fashioned safe. Secrete it behind a custom-made bookcase stocked with textured-leather-bound books you pretend to have read or pretend to intend to read. Cover it, impasto-style, with a mountain of mashed potatoes and a pile of peas and call it shepherd’s pie. But everyone still knows you have one. We know it’s there. And we know you watch it every night. For hours. And you love it. So who do you think you’re kidding?