I would say it’s part of the general slobbification of culture on one hand (I include myself in this category so not judging) and unrealistic expectations caused by TV and social media. I’ll explain:
Slobbification: in the past, there was always the expectation that you would have company or be around others who might judge you on your appearance or the appearance of your house so people in general dressed smartly, got their hair done regularly and made sure their homes were presentable. With most mothers at home or working part time women at least had more time to go to the salon regularly and keep a tidy home.
Men also kept higher standards in terms of dress and grooming even if they were working full time but usually it was the women in their lives who helped them with this. Now of course not only are women busier, often with full time jobs, but technology has made it that people are spending less time in the company of others, so there is far less pressure to dress smartly or keep a tidy home. Add to this a far greater cultural acceptance of “scruffiness” which means we are less judgemental of messy homes and messy people, some even sort of wear it as a badge of honour (posh don’t wash middle class types mainly).
unrealistic expectations: the flip side of this is the fact that we are all exposed to a never ending stream of information pertaining to the lives of the rich and famous as well as so called influencers through TV, film and of course social media. Whether it’s cooking shows where the action takes place in immaculate kitchens and perfectly turned out cooks (think Nigella) or Netflix shows where all the characters live in spotless show homes or social media where influencers show off trendy interiors that look completely unlived in, the perception of what the ideal, aspirational home is has been completely skewed.
It all leads to people like me, who would like to host more people but always feel that my home is uncool, not tidy enough etc and as there is almost no really chance of anyone popping round unexpectedly, I don’t feel a massive urge to create an environment that I’d be happy to entertain in. The same goes for clothes. When I’m at home I’m happy to slob out for days, without even brushing my hair as the likely hood anyone will see me is low.
Ive decided that the only solution to this vicious cycle is to do a kind of exposure therapy where I just start inviting people over more often, without caring too much about how “perfect” my home is and then hope this little pressure of having people over will eventually lead to me dedicating more time to making it, and myself, presentable.