VICELAND's skateboarding travelogue ABANDONED finds haunting beauty in the forgotten.
One hundred thirty-five million Americans are expected to hit stores during the long Black Friday weekend. Despite what we've been made to believe, happiness will not be available for purchase.
I went in brimming with the last stores of my fangirl energy, and I left with a bad feeling in my stomach.
I found alcoholism, gambling, God, and deep conversations about Donald Trump at Vancouver's Kingsgate shopping center.
Also this week: A woman was arrested for leaving her children unattended while attending a job interview 30 feet away in the same room.
"There's a gun in the glove compartment," Mistee said. "Use it. Shoot us. Otherwise, pay up."
In order to maintain their carefully manicured illusion, some mall Santas and their elves have to employ code words and slang just to communicate with each other.
America's once vibrant shopping centers are in decline, but people still come for the cinnamon pretzels and weird massage gadgets.
This week, Leslie takes a look back to being a nine-year-old runway model at a mall in 1991. It is the cutest thing you'll ever see.
What if you need to go to the mall to get your cell phone screen fixed, but it's on the biggest shopping day of the year? It might drive you to tears too.
We talked to the Science... For Her! author about malls, feminist infighting, and her lord and savior, Jesus (Christ, natch).
I took a tour of some of America's finest chain restaurant bars so that I could not only drink a few affordable beers, but also learn more about how we no longer value the simple pleasures of cheap, greasy food and good service.
Our malls are in trouble, which means a pivotal component of the adolescent experience (and the American dream) is at risk.
Phoenix is hot, ugly, beige, and full of discrimination and insanity. On the bright side, there are plenty of malls and entry-level jobs!
Because this week was Thanksgiving, I worried I would have no bad news to recap. Thankfully, cops shot a shoplifter on Black Friday, the producer of The Bachelor went H.A.M. on an old lady, and some asshole leaked J.D. Salinger stories.
I visited Sweet! Hollywood, the Willy Wonka-themed candy shop that opened in the cultural abomination known as the Hollywood & Highland Center. I knew I was in for an unparalleled dose of crippling ennui.