To be honest, I haven’t gone a day without fearing for my safety in fifteen years.
Where is the call to action to stand behind members of society that are constantly under attack for the sole reason that they are different? Where is the social justice? Why is there no call for life from the various Christian hierarchies?
We didn’t just shop there. We communicated with people there. Before there was social media you actually went out and talked to people. The mall played an intricate part of that process in our society.
If you’re a 20-something in the United States, chances are, you’re reading this in a city.
7. You’ve dominated your fair share of Marco Polo games in above-ground pools.
Parking. Parking everywhere. Parking wherever you want to. DRIVEWAYS. GARAGES.
5. monofloral honey produced by nomadic beekeepers in Sicily
There’s a certain sense of guilt associated with dragging children into a strange house to look through the belongings of people who are most likely dead, infirmed, or in some state of personal or financial distress.
Renters, we move in and out of houses like unsatisfied ghosts.
Bright stretchy leopard-print shirts for $2.99 puncture the greyspace. Scattered kiosks with bored dark-skinned men offering cheap ear piercings and tongue rings topped with spiky neon koosh balls. Stick-legged girls with too-bronze foundation and meticulously straightened highlighted hair. Acne-scarred boys who smell like pot.