Allow me to clarify something about blogging for those of you who are unaware.

A blog is a publication, of sorts. You are putting it out into the world hoping others will find it interesting and read it. I conceed that my blog isn't always the most interesting in the world, but I still use it as it was intended to be used: I write things I would like people to read.

If you wish to write something you wouldn't like people to read, say something insulting about someone or something for which you would get in trouble with your parents, there's this other new invention which might make a great alternative to a blog. It's called a diary. It's private. No one else reads it. That way, if you're a bad writer, if you're boring, or if you have a penchant for saying offensive things that you don't want getting out, no one will care because no one will read it. Please, fellow high school bloggers (and there are a lot of you out there whom I am addressing), I beg of you: DO NOT PUBLISH WHAT YOU DON'T WANT OTHERS TO READ.

And while you're at it, try publishing something you think someone else might want to read.

That said, I have much more pressing business to attend to.

I love the mall. Case in two points:

1) There are so damn many Indian women there. I don't understand why. I'm not even talking about young Indian women who shop at Abercrombie and try to cover up their accent; I'm talking middle aged to elderly women wearing bindis and speaking Hindi to each other. There are HUNDREDS of them. What the fuck are they all doing there? Last I checked, Hollister doesn't do a whole lot of business in saris. What on earth are they shopping for?

2) I encountered the most biazarre thing ever in K.B. Toys. Apparently, Coca-Cola has a line of beanie-baby style stuffed animals, all holding bottles of Coke. What makes them really bizarre is that rather than being cute little cartoony raccoons and kitties and shit, They are semi-realistic looking exotic beasts, each one representing a different nation of the world, e.g. Waks the Tibetan Yak. They were super funny - plus they were only about a buck - so I bought Duckles, the Mandarin Duck. Duckles has a tiny Coke bottle with Mandarin writing on it affixed to his side (he can't hold it - he doesn't have a opposable thumbs) and a little tag attatched to his wing which reads, "The popular Mandarin Duck represents bustling Taiwan, where the industrious populace has been enjoying Coca-Cola since 1957. Twenty-two million people live in this island country." Isn't it great to know that big corporations like Coca-Cola really do care about educating children about world cultures?

posted at 3:42 AM by Alison

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