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| - I've outgrown Spencer's. I'd been a Spencer's semi regular for about 15 years but I'd not set foot in one since I was maybe 30 or so. I went in the other day and realized that it's the same exact shit (maybe a little more sex toys and lingerie than I remember) that I once thought to be the cutting edge of individuality and rebellion... yes, without realizing the freakin' irony!
If you're 25 or under you might like the pop culture roundhouse kick to the face you'll receive the second you walk in. Retro-cool, Ironic-cool, Kid-cool, Jap-cool, big-ass gauges, intricate (yet cheap) gothic/punk jewerly, black lights, stonerwear (oh, if only Marley were alive to see what we've done with his image/ideals), strobe lights, outdated Emo shit, Kiss shot glasses, etc is your order of the day.
The employees are mostly kids old enough to have their eyebrows and noses pierces (and ears gauged) but not get any actual tattoos who are, for the most part, actually pleasant and helpful. All in all, it's the same.
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