Why I Hate The Mall Essay -- essays research papers

Why I scorn the Mall     I nauseate shopping malls. No, you dont understand. I really hate shoppingmalls. I think sitting at the Food chat up near the Burger King for one hour hasserved only to heighten my indignation with these gaudy monstrosities. The onlyreason Im here is because nothing else in the township of Pough adjudgesie, NY. seemsto catch my interest long enough for me to take notice.     I got here noon-ish I think. I had to take a taxi since none of my non- unglamourous friends were willing to roll tabu of bed to give me a ride. "Youre wakeful me up wherefore? The Mall? You insane?" *click*. If there is anything inPoughkeepsie worse than the mall, it would be Poughkeepsie taxi cabs. I neverunderstood why it is that apiece and every one of them have air freshners whichare so putrid smelling, they make one long for the odor of a advanced York Citycabbies "natural cologne". After enduring ten proceeding of t he cabbies "lemmetell ya whats wrong with this country", I finally get to my destination.     As soon as I got there, I began to think about how pensive it is that themall has very much become a part of American life. The Chinese have their rice,we have our malls. Does anyone else see a problem with having over one- meterof these gaudy monstrosities across the country? Despite the fact that the eraof eighties-decadence has passed, the malls keep coming, and they keep gettingbigger. Its like something out of an Ed Wood flick.     I remember reading an article about how bad its gotten. The largestmall in America has 425 retail shops, 4.2 million square feet of space, over 13thousand free parking spaces, 44 escalators, and cost $625 million dollars tobuild. Oh, did I make that there is a full blown frolic park in the centerof it all. Its just sick. When I was in Freeport, I remember auditory modality a radioshow which was running a c ontest. The prize? A trip to the largest mall inAmerica Pretty soon, youll have family vacations to the mall. I can see it now.A room at the Hilton (which will be inside the mall of course). Dad goesHermans. Mom goes to Ann Taylor. The kids romp at the amusement park. A pieceout of Norman Rockwells Americana.     When I went inside, I became light at the sight ... ... anything. It seemslike such a tease. The kid is handout to want to buy something, whether its a newSega game or a Matchbox car. Eventually, the woman relents and buys the soughtafter item. For the moment, the kid is satiated.     Three boys, no much than fifteen years of age, walk into the food court.Their pants are sagging, caps sullen backwards. They approach the counter at theBurger King and mull over what theyre having. era ordering, they find time tohit on the cashier. Shes older, and most likely out of their league, but thatdoesnt deter their efforts. She gives them a n annoyed smile and requests thecash. They oblige and thrown in a last ditch effort to woo her. She smilespolitely. The boys walk away, joshing each other about their valiant attempts.     As they walk away, Ive regain as though Ive absorbed enough culture forone afternoon. I feel relieved to be able to go home. Once back on the saferconfines of Vassar campus, I breathe a sigh of relief. Its premature though,because thick(p) down I know. Somehow, some way, no matter how much I dont want to,Ill wind up at the Poughkeepsie Galleria soon enough.