Ikea fights are practically a promised part of any Ikea excursion: winding corridors of ersatz living rooms, Swedish meatballs, and discord. That’s just how it works. As Corinne Purtill wrote in a piece we ran this week: The showroom is also where troubling questions of taste arise. In an environment where choosing a coffee table is marketed as an expression of identity, it’s easy to project deeper meaning onto a partner’s opinion.