Great thread. Reading through these posts one can't help but think that there's something more going on here: that the whole mall concept is endangered and outdated.
When I was a kid growing up in the 70s I couldn't wait to go to the mall, hang out in the mall, ogle girls in the mall, play pinball in the mall -- especially in the fricking winter.
Now whenever I find myself in a fake light, sterile environment with the everpresent muzak in the background I get a headache or feelings of being trapped, what I have come to call "mall head." I start getting claustrophobic and start looking for an exit, and of course good malls make it difficult for you to leave.
So maybe I'm not alone. This shopping experience is apparently undergoing an evolution.
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