The same attitude informed the sort of modern architects Tom Wolfe skewered in From Bauhaus to Our House; some of them were reportedly in the habit of paying periodic visits to the tenants of their buildings and dressing them down for living in them wrongly--cluttering the sleek, unified Jetsonian line with things like floral upholstery and sentimental bric-a-brac.

(Ayn Rand, as evidenced by The Fountainhead, thought this was a good thing.)