| Precedents will be set here! BACK IN MY DAY (the 90s?) You could go to the shitty Mall and have some fun spitting off the balcony or you could go to the good Mall and have some fun trying on stuff at Hollister. The difference was that if you tried to spit off the balcony at the good mall; you were DIRTY! (havent heard anyone say dirtyKids in a little while). Spitting-off-the-balcony was like the PURPOSE of the Shitty Mall! Preppy kids spit on Dirty kids at the Shitty Mall! Or maybe... Even as a teenager; I had enough respect for a place-kept-clean that I would have felt like an ASS for fucking up the good mall. There is no more "Good Mall". Friendly, Legitimate, Genuine, Purposeful Interaction seems to be a rare gem today. or worse; a bait-and-switch. Many elderly folks feel that the only way to win is not to play. This is not healthy! This is melting our brains! There's no Chart, Graph, Gauge, or Dashboard. No way to measure the affect of this universally shared neurosis. If "Dark Patterns" were Poison; we'd all be dead now. Maybe it just takes longer. |