I met a friend for breakfast on Saturday morning specifically in Glendale because afterwards I had every intention of "popping in" in the mall for a brief time to RETURN a few items (I'd actually ordered via Internet) to a couple stores. It was the mall vs the post office, and the mall won. I do not like malls - I rarely visit them and stay away especially at Christmas or in the summer months where it becomes a hang-out for local teens and various riffraff. It gets so unbearably crowded that you feel like you are in that one old Star Trek episode where the planet is so overpopulated you constantly bump into people because there is virtually no space to walk. And yes, by all means, parents, bring in MORE strollers! I even saw one stroller filled with packages - but no baby. Ugh!
Anyway, I am really not a big shopper - but I never get out of a mall empty-handed even if I am there to unload items, I find myself drawn into the stores like a magnet. "Just looking, thanks" soon becomes, "Yes, debit, please." So two strappy tops and a tube of lipstick later... I leave.
Maybe it's just my overall mood these days of wanting surround myself with all things new.
Or maybe underneath my disdain for malls (and public shopping in general), I'm nothing but a retail ho. Anyway you look at it - I'm good for the economy.
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world war two was also good for the economy, but probably involved less in the way of lipstick and sparkly tops.
Actually, if you were in the USO shows - those were essential.
Ann Coulter is really bad for the economy and she's nothing but strappy tops and lipstick. Looks like it's a two-way street.
Yeah, but I'm just a ho - she's a Machiavellian bitch.
Is that you on the escalator? New highlights too??
time for a Sunfollower mall intervention, methinks...
Nah - I hardly ever go, but when I do... $$$ just slips out of my wallet.
Can understand. You almost feel obligated to purchase something.
But holy shit, yes, about those goddamn strollers. I worked at a mall for like a week & came to the conclusion that the reason people need bigger cars is because strollers have gotten so incredibly large. It's ridiculous.
I find that the worse I feel, or the less I am working, the more I find myself buying little things I don't really need. For me, it's definitely a form of self-medication.
Also, those mall gnomes are creepy.
If I considered everything I purchased as self-medication, I would have OD'ed years ago. Prescriptions filled include: several-hundred-dollar Banana Republic long coat that isn't appropriate for me to wear anywhere; all six Deluxe Editions from Penguin's Graham Greene Centennial run, despite having owned all six in different editions; Japanese import of Lisa Loeb's second album, Firecracker, for two additional songs that I had already downloaded from Napster (way back when); and also hundreds of $1 records that I buy for the novelty (no one really needs Psychedelic Furs on vinyl anymore) and keep for the shame.
retail therapy is so unsatisfying, after you've paid for your purchase you take it home and throw it in a corner. There it festers until you find it again and forgot you bought it. :-/
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