Fireplaces are amazing and you can never have too many of them.
It took a while for me to adjust to the concept of the fireplace. As far as I was concerned they just took up valuable wallspace and floorspace, and provided a dangerous place for someone to bump his head or scrape a knee. A small child or drunk father could get hurt on all those bricks and mantlework. That's actually what I liked least about the last house we bought. It had a fireplace. We tried so hard to find a house we liked without one, but couldn't. Well, we could find houses without one, but none we liked. In the end we accepted the fact that they're always there.
Ours is cheesy, too. It has this little sculpture that is made to look like burning wood, but it isn't actually burning wood, and you don't actually light anything. Basically, there's a switch on the wall beside the fireplace. It looks like a lightswitch. Flip it and suddenly there's a raging fire.
It's actually useful, though, when we have heavy snow days and my son and I go out and build snowmen and have snowball fights and go on the toboggan and come in soaking wet.
Yeah, I don't really care for fireplaces either, but as I've discovered in my recent househunting, they are pretty much ubiquitous once you get past a certain price point. I have however made a point of rejecting houses with wood-burning fireplaces since I don't plan on keeping firewood around and it's a way to whittle down the list of places to look at.