The New York Times reports that shopping malls are in trouble. I couldn’t bring myself to read all 5 pages of the article but I gather that the economy needs malls and, more important, mall shoppers, if it is to recover. If that’s true then I say, bring on the depression. I hate malls. I have always hated malls. I won’t shop in them, I won’t visit them and unlike at least one shopper interviewed by the Times, I have no desire to be married in one. I have no desire to be married anywhere, but certainly not in the Mall of America.
I have been in malls – I have two daughters – but I have never seen anything offered for sale in them that was necessary, well -priced or even attractive. The Sharper Image, filled with useless overpriced gadgets was the perfect symbol for a mall store and I believe they’re now bankrupt. When Apple opened a store in the Stamford mall I declined to visit but I was at least tempted to overcome my loathing for the mall experience. That brief temptation was a first and a last.
So sorry, but if downtowns are going to revert to rubble and slums, if teenagers will have nowhere to hang out and geriatrics no place to stroll with their walkers in the early morning, too bad, but that’s just the price we pay for progress.