Use your flippers
Writing by Sheridan on Sunday, 23 of August , 2009 at 8:14 am
Today I went to the gym. The rest has been a waste of time. I decided I would go to uni and pick up some books (to read from), and do a bit of study. I figure this might make me less stressed during the week, resulting in me actually sleeping at night instead of just shutting my eyes and breathing deeply. The plan was well thought out and the intentions were good.
Unfortunattely, uni seems to be located rather close to Chadstone Shopping centre. Since they’ve had a whole new renovation scenario going on there, I thought it rude to not drop by and have a look. So look I did, after finding that the road into the shopping centre (yes it has it’s own road/s) has been widened to allow more cars into the centre than to the freeway. Ace.
Now, most people know that I rarely go anywhere (as in out) since I already have a boyfriend and I don’t really see the point in going out dancing/etc if not to pick up. And pick up I most likely would, so I don’t go. I do like the dancing part, but it always gets really messy and it’s not a look I’m going for. Occasionally we’ll go see a live band or other similar activity, but even then I think boyfriend (perhaps men in general) are made uncomfortable when I (or any woman) dresses a bit outlandishly. So shopping isn’t really my thing. I do love it, but I have nowhere to go to wear the cool clothing and shoes I already have. Thank goodness, when my dancing gets back up to speed I can splash out on many more outfits/legwarmers/dance shoes/sequins that I don’t need.
So I went into the flagship Sportsgirl store. Ruby Rose was in there doing whatever it is that she does (who knows?), as were a bunch of young girls with way too much makeup on for the daytime. The thing that struck me the most was not the size of the store, or the pseudo-celebrity or even the goods for sale – it was the music. It was like I was inside the speaker. Does it have to be SO LOUD?!?! I couldn’t even shop straight, I forgot my size and I got confused over what is a shirt and what is a dress or what is a shirt that can be worn as a dress…I had to leave. LOn my way out I smiled bemusingly at the shop assistant as she inflicted permanent vocal damage upon herself trying to ask the customer for money. It was like being in a club with a date and screaming ‘Do you want a drink?’ three times before they eventually understand you. I could tell she was seconds away from going into a mime or charade. And the madness did not end there. Maybe it was because the new mall at the shopping centre was opening. Maybe shopping has evolved since I last did it (obviously I need to do more). Outside the general stores I normally go into were semi-naked men. Just standing there, looking good and holding catalogues. I felt unable to enter any of these stores. Eventually, I found one with no naked people out the front and went in. This turned out to be a mistake. Not only was it loud, there was a DJ in the store. A DJ. Why? It’s 11.17am on a Saturday morning. And he wasn’t even a proper DJ. He looked about 9. (as in years old, not on a scale of 9 out of 10 for looks or anything). I thought I might commit an act of violence so I hurriedly left. Good thing, too, since I feel it was only a matter of time before my ears began to bleed.
So what is it? What has changed in the few brief moments I have not been shopping? Is it the GFC that is causing the shops to go crazy and install DJ’s and male models to entice you in with goodie bags (I bet some of them had goodie bags…) It’s simply not necessary. Had I been able to find a store with no music and shop assistants who were dressed and not under the illusion that they were in a club, I’m sure I would have laid down my cash. But as luck would have it, I left the shopping centre disenchanted and with no shoes.
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