I have actually been to a real-life Northwest Mansion. I befriended this girl during high school freshman orientation and she invited me to hang out (we didn’t stay friends, she turned out to be a total jerk). We drove to her grandparents’ house and pulled up to a gate with a button outside that you could press to talk to a butler or something. I had no idea what was going on at this point - I thought maybe it was the gate to a whole community. Nope. A long driveway led to a gigantic manor on a hill… the dog ate freshly cooked roast chicken every day, there was at least one elevator, a pool, a pool house, a basement theatre with a huge screen, rows of seats, a bar, and entire rooms that seemed to serve no other purpose than to showcase a particular aesthetic style. One was entirely dedicated to immaculate white - white carpet, white walls, white upholstery, white decor…. and no, I wasn’t allowed to set foot in it.
That… was a weird day, let me tell you. The whole time I was there, it felt like I was being tested. The girl insisted on watching ‘Saved!’, which is an odd choice for someone you just met and know almost nothing about. Her parents interrogated me about my politics, my diet, my community involvement…. I was not invited back, and a couple of months later, she abruptly stopped acknowledging my existence and has not spoken a word to or made eye contact with me since.