There’s a really fancy mall not far from where we live. My husband and I have given up going there because we don’t like how it makes us feel when we leave. The stores are really high end. Stores that sell $3000 purses and $800 shirts. Places we could never afford. We used to go there to walk after our daughter was born. It’s really big and climate controlled and good for window shopping. But whenever we left, it made us feel sort of bad about our life. Like there's a big divide in our heads between the haves and the have nots. Which is stupid. Because our life is good. No, it’s great. And it’s just a stupid mall. Who needs an inferiority complex from a mall. Isn’t that what the rest of society is for?
On the other hand, we can’t stand shopping at the ghetto mall by our house either. See, if the fancy mall makes you feel bad about yourself, you’d think the ghetto mall would make you feel good. Only it doesn’t. It mostly makes me think I need a shower when I get home. The fact that I’m driving the nicest car in the parking lot doesn’t make me feel any less paranoid about the thugs in line ahead of me at the pretzel place. And there’s always an impressive selection of clear heeled stripper shoe stores. Which is odd because they also have a nice Barnes and Noble. Go figure.
I think I’m over malls in general. Even middle of the road ones. They always seem to be full of skanky looking 13 year old girls and annoying packs of boys that like to cut right in front of our big rig stroller. Maybe it’s the big stroller that annoys me not the mall. Wait. No, I’m pretty sure it’s the skanky 13 year olds.