Do you want to hear the most angsty, Gen-X thing I can share? Well I'm going to share it anyhow. And maybe it's not THE most angsty, but whatever, it's up there. Another story about how the youth of America don't think that malls are cool. Dear Youth of America: I am over you.
Malls are the places where your mother can take you when you're not invited to Tiffany's birthday party and cheer you up with any Liz Claiborne purse of your choosing. Malls are where you can later go to register for your fine china and your wedding trousseau. Malls are where you can reject The Gap when your father takes you there, begging you to pick out any V-neck sweater -- any thing that is not a Cure shirt and a wool skirt, which really, look pretty stupid in 95 degree Florida heat.
Malls are for all the things you are supposed to do and don't feel like doing. Yeah, I guess the Internet is for that too, but.
Malls are for hanging out in the Food Court and deciding between Sbarro and Boardwalk Fries. Malls are for working at Boardwalk Fries for 2.5 days until declaring yourself a serious writer and needing to find a job that would speak to that. Malls are for your obnoxious youth. Malls are for magic shops and record stores and hot dogs and fro-yo. Malls are where you see your first computer.
Malls are for cool air, and big department stores, and Clinique makeovers and getting rejected from the Teen Board of one store because you are too short. You join the teen board at the outdoor mall, with a Dress Barn and TJ Maxx.
Malls are for buying heels when you are really tall because you don't care you are a teen board reject. Malls are for Mac makeovers and throwback piano players heralding the return to the department store of glory days.
Malls are for wandering, and riding escalators, and looking at refrigerators at Sears, and wondering how you got to a place where you were this excited about the bottom drawer freezer. Malls are where you go and get baby clothes, and then clothes with drawstring pants for your little boy, and where he does not want you to take him anymore except when it's to the arcade, where you play Skee-Balls and ask him if he wants Dippin Dots, ice cream of the future. It is the future.
The children aren't going to the malls, because it is not cool, and it's easier to order from Amazon anyhow, and they just Snapchatted their outfit, and you just Snapchatted your outfit and maybe they do have a point but my God do you still love a mall -- the blatant consumerism, the way the air conditioning hits your face, all the stuff that you can play dress up in. You know this sounds old and you indulging in nostalgia, but you're Ok with that. And you go to order something from Amazon.
This is day something of 90 Stories in 90 Days.