A Trip to Another Planet--The Mall

LAST SATURDAY, I HAD THE PLEASURE (and I use that word loosely) of accompanying two of my daughters on a trip to the mall. They shamelessly employed blackmail, guilt and force to get me there because they know me. If you know me, you know I despise the mall. The congested, compressed, overly dramatic and overly-priced materialism makes me cringe. Give me a thrift store, a book store or a plant nursery but please, don't make me go to the mall. Okay, fine. I'll go but only because I love my girls and want them to like me. 
I remained silent as they shopped. They didn't need to hear my bitching and moaning. I'd find something to occupy me. Fortunately I found it. 
I couldn't help chuckling. Talk about a throw-back to the 1970s. Check this out:  

A denim shirt dress. Remember? 

Didn't you love this  back in the day?
Maybe still? 

Then I saw this banner. Check the outfits on the models. Is this retro or what? Loose fitting, orange and black shirt with basement-carpet-patterned pants. Are our young people really wearing this or is it savvy marketing? My girls weren't interested so I'd say it's a No and No-er.

Things went from sort of weird to very weird by the time we got to this store. Yes. An enormous, (we're talking 7 foot tall) banner of an alien creature. Upon being resuscitated, my daughter whispered, "Relax Mom, it's only a picture of Nicki Minaj." But she had eyelashes as thick as my arm.  
Farther down, fully acclimated to my surroundings finally, I wasn't too terribly shocked to see this. 

That's right. Four topless (literally) mannequins hanging from the ceiling,adorned in legging finery and golden feet.  

When it was all said and done (and I was out of patience) my daughters had bought some cute clothes. And I got to glimpse a world I'll happily ignore for another 6 months. 
Been to the mall lately?