when i was sick earlier this week i ventured out to the local slaveway to stock up on illness necessities (tissues, chicken soup). as if my ghetto slaveway wasn’t ghetto enough, they’ve been renovating it for the past month or so, which means that it’s past ghetto, apparently now third world. all the tiles have been ripped up so you’re walking on bare concrete, half the shelves are empty, and a large portion of the produce section now is filled with empty wicker baskets. all the checkout stands have been redone, but they can only open two of them at a time so the lines are a mile long. and strangely enough, a lot of the canned goods now have cyrillic writing on them and there are lots of women walking around wearing babushkas and holding tickets.
my ghetto slaveway has now turned into soviet russia slaveway.
on the other end of the capitalist experience, the new mall opened downtown this week. which is not exactly a new mall, but a reopening of the old mall. or an extension of the existing mall? however you want to describe it, bloomingdales finally opened in the old emporium space, and the san francisco centre now extends into most of the block, and now there’s a zillion more stores downtown, some of them just blocks away from existing ones (banana republican, h&m, zara, borders, etc.) and at least now some brand new ones (bristol farms, adidias store[!]). and who can complain about another beard papa?
alas, everything was predictably packed with throngs of people. it’s like christmas in september!
it’s a fucking mall, people. if this many people would turn out for a new museum or library or even the election, wouldn’t this be a better place?
then again, i was there too, right? but only for the cream puffs.
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