You may be wondering why this week’s entire issue takes place in a shopping mall 17 miles away from The Stranger‘s spiritual and physical home. It’s a fair question.
If you’ve looked at a newspaper, magazine, TV channel, or website in the past few hours, you’re guaranteed to have seen a report about America’s spending habits in relation to the annual ritual now inescapably known as Black Friday. The contrarian reflex—to pretend the event and its nomenclature don’t actually exist—is no longer viable, so we thought, why don’t we take a small step outside our happy urban privilege bubble and see what life is like inside a MUCH BIGGER ONE?
The old Stranger MO—to go to the mall to make fun of the bovine dipshits who actually go there—also seemed irrelevant…
