My sister, who lives in beautiful Glendale, decided, for our personal Christmas celebration, to show me good food in the suburbs. And she did! I’ll report on that later.
But after we finished lunch, she asked if I wanted to stop by Ikea, since she wanted to look for a duvet cover. I told her I knew where and what it was, but had never been there – so that I’d be happy to go, for the cultural experience. : >
Within about 15 minutes, I was reduced to a lemming-like state, following the arrows on the path just like everyone else. Another part of me was totally freaking out over the unreality of the entire place, the unnecessariness of it even existing, and the mounds of stuff in every category.
I have to give them props, though, for knowing how to convince us that we need stuffed owls in purple jackets (I’d have bought one if the jacket had been green), showing us about 15 perfect bathrooms in various sizes and price ranges, and making us willing to stand in long lines to pay for all this, when they don’t even provide bags. What a combination of environmental awareness and overthetop materialism.
I got into shopping a bit in the food section, especially the dark chocolate bar. She and I shared a bite when we got back to her house. It was not admirable. I actually put it in the trash when I got home, not being willing to share it with the compost heap.