Perhaps we watch a little too much TV? At least we sit at the table most of the time.
When I grew up with my mother and aunt, they never wanted to sit at the table. They usually ate in the living room and I ate in my own room. (My aunt ate everything out of a scummy plastic bowl. We called it her dog bowl.)
After I left for college, they put a couch in the kitchen instead of the table.
So I think I'm pretty functional after all.