HO...LY...SH!T. Yes, this place deserves this. Why? Because if 1) I had a vagina; 2) wore lingerie; and 3) had estrogen coursing through my veins, I'd probably love this place. But since I 1) have to chase vagina; 2) like to look at lingerie; and 3) have testosterone in my blood, I absolutely hate what this place stands for - me, with nowhere to sit, while following my wife as she has a clothes-gasm and goes shopping for what seems like forever (well, I was hungover so it certainly felt that way).
This place is a superstore and well deserves the name. While I think of Forever 21 as a teenager store, this place demonstrated to me that you can still try to be 21 in your 30s - as some of the customers demonstrated.
Not my style and next time, I'll make sure my sister-in-law takes my wife and I stay at the Palazzo rolling dice.