Mauling Tonight, Film at Eleven!
I'm thinking about heading over to the maul this evening after work. I biked in (waaay over dressed. The ninja-balaclava is super toasty!) but can hop on a bus and then a train to get home by way of the local shopping mecca.
My goal? That Urban Decay primer that edenssixthday and michiko_x recommended.
However.
It's the MALL.
There was a time when the mall was the (perceived) locus of all social activity... way back in the day... in the hinterlands of Iowa. There wasn't much else for us tweenagers to do, y'know? I made many a foiled plan to go to the mall with my then very first ever, hand-holding-only boyfriend (those plans were ultimately, permanently foiled by my family uprooting and moving to the hinterlands of the Carolinas).
Once settled in The Deep South, finding a friend who had a car to take the clique down the main interstate the mere 40 miles (less than half an hour driving, by reckless teen standards) to the mega mall was pretty much required. Only not of me because I was a band/ballet nerd and was in practice/studio and/or at ball games all the time.
So yeah! All those fond, nostalgic memories of Sbarros and Cinnabon and Claire's and snickering over the naughtiness of Spencer's Gifts and Hickory Farms Summer Sausage Samples and spraying way too much White Diamonds/Red Door/Passion/CK1 on your arms until you get a headache? Mostly manufactured memories based probably on some hybridization of teevee commercials and Sweet Valley High books.
Still, the concept of the mall is somehow inextricably mixed up in my idealized coming-of-age. It was how we figured out, for better or (mostly) worse, how we were to look, and what we had to obtain in order to be considered successful. The Mall was inspiration and aspiration (as well as consternation and degradation).
What do y'all remember fondly about The Mall?
My goal? That Urban Decay primer that edenssixthday and michiko_x recommended.
However.
It's the MALL.
There was a time when the mall was the (perceived) locus of all social activity... way back in the day... in the hinterlands of Iowa. There wasn't much else for us tweenagers to do, y'know? I made many a foiled plan to go to the mall with my then very first ever, hand-holding-only boyfriend (those plans were ultimately, permanently foiled by my family uprooting and moving to the hinterlands of the Carolinas).
Once settled in The Deep South, finding a friend who had a car to take the clique down the main interstate the mere 40 miles (less than half an hour driving, by reckless teen standards) to the mega mall was pretty much required. Only not of me because I was a band/ballet nerd and was in practice/studio and/or at ball games all the time.
So yeah! All those fond, nostalgic memories of Sbarros and Cinnabon and Claire's and snickering over the naughtiness of Spencer's Gifts and Hickory Farms Summer Sausage Samples and spraying way too much White Diamonds/Red Door/Passion/CK1 on your arms until you get a headache? Mostly manufactured memories based probably on some hybridization of teevee commercials and Sweet Valley High books.
Still, the concept of the mall is somehow inextricably mixed up in my idealized coming-of-age. It was how we figured out, for better or (mostly) worse, how we were to look, and what we had to obtain in order to be considered successful. The Mall was inspiration and aspiration (as well as consternation and degradation).
What do y'all remember fondly about The Mall?