Thursday, December 02, 2004


J and I took a wee jaunt to hell yesterday. Started at one of the outer circles, a little kingdom of yuppie mothers and small, small clothes. The Stepford cashier gave us a vacant smile as we numbly purchased the Footed Jammies with Bunny Rabbits and the Periwinkle Pleated Dress with Buttons. She thought they were for our own baby and failed to offer a gift receipt.

Then we went deeper: the land of screaming, unsupervised three-year-olds whose parents are overwhelmed by acres of cheap plastic and glitter; Barbies and machine guns, video games, costumes, wading pools. Sullen, unconcerned clerks ignoring our pleas for help in finding the elusive V-Smile system our overstimulated nephew demanded for Christmas.


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