Sunday, September 27, 2015
Observations from the Mall
All you need to do is spend an hour eating a Cindy's Cinnabun in the center of a crowded mall on a Saturday night. Now maybe I was just all jacked up from all that sugar in a frosted cinnamon bun or maybe it was just my 7 Lifepath kicking in but I found this sea of humanity fascinating. As the various sizes, shapes and ages paraded by, I was having a mental conversation in my head of epic proportions.
It kind of went like this:
I saw a young male who couldn't be much more than 16 years old who had probably spent more time on his hair that day than I have in an entire lifetime. His hair was impeccable, dark black with dyed burgundy tips, and not a single hair out of place. He was dressed in skinny jeans and looked like he had stepped out of a fashion magazine. I could not help but wonder why he had to try so hard to look so perfect and it also crossed my mind that those skinny jeans had to be uncomfortable on a male. Despite all the grooming he appeared very self-conscious In my head I was reassuring him "You are already perfect."
Shortly after I saw a young woman in her 20s who had a decidedly bigger butt than what is considered beautiful but this lovely young woman had curve fitting jeans that accentuated her ample assets. In my mind I was shouting "YOU GO GIRL!" It made me happy to see someone who was comfortable with her body and did not dress to hide it but rather dressed to flaunt it. I have to admit I heard Sir Mix-A-Lot singing somewhere in my mind.
There were so many young women with designer purses in the mall that I lost count and wondered what statement they were trying to make by having the purse predominately slung on their body so it would be seen. Now don't get me wrong, they are beautiful purses but any sane person knows there is little difference between the 500.00 purse and the 50.00 purse except for the designer label itself. I wanted to ask " Does having an expensive purse made you feel any better about yourself?" I do know from previous experiences and having a daughters who have expensive purses that you do get better service in stores. Maybe that is the point. I don't know. I admit I do not understand the lure of it all. My feeling is " Hey, if you want to make Michael Kors rich, then have at it."
Which brings me to my absolute favorite who was the little girl who insisted in dressing like a princess to go to the mall. Her pink tutu and sparkly shoes were adorable. She did not care that no one else was dressed like a princess and she beamed at everyone she passed while adjusting her crooked little princess crown. She was oblivious to the stares of strangers and I cheered her on in my head by saying "Always be who you are and I am happy you know you are a princess, I also hope you do not change and grow up someday and start to worry about what other people think."
Hopefully she will opt not to buy a designer purse when she grows up and is subject to peer pressure but instead, be totally cool with some sparkly hot mess of a purse that reflects her adorable personality.
You can learn a great deal from eating a cinnamon bun in the center of the mall on a Saturday night and sometimes your teacher comes in a tiny little package.