I am not a natural mall inhabitant, but so far the anthropological goggles keep me from getting annoyed. When B first arrived she was wearing a different pair, borrowed from Gibson, or possibly bought at a tenth of the price from a counterfeit market. And indeed, once you put the dystopian goggles on, it's easy to get creeped out. Lots of cameras. Government posters encouraging you to do good works. Pleasant videos on the metro about how to prevent a terrorist attack by vigilant dobbing in of suspicious characters. Racial quotas. Too clean. But take the goggles off and it's mostly just people working hard and doing ok. A lot of places it's people working hard and not doing ok. The question is: are things getting better?
The unfashionably strict regulation of certain social mores that Disneyland is famous for has, from my reading, been relaxed in recent years. Personally, I have not yet been arrested for swearing or for looking at women in a lewd manner on public transport. Though the shareholders have regular, clean, elections, a change of management is not likely in the near future.
I have a new job with a corporate title that makes it clear exactly which lower rung of the global plutocracy I slot into; some kind of knight or baronet I believe. The location of Disneyland, at a big intersection, makes it easier to notice these things. They're foregrounded.
While not at malls, local hobbies include overtime and sitting examinations.
Merry Christmas.
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