Friday, December 3, 2010


This is not my idea (all credit must go to my son-in-law), but I believe it is an idea whose time has come.  As we males inevitably escort our fair ladies through mall after mall this Xmas season, have you ever noticed the plethora of kiosks down the middle of, at the junctions of, and occupying every free corner of these Corridors of Crassly Conspicuous Consumption?  Are any of them male-oriented?  Of course not!  We, The Whipped, are supposed to be satisfied with a bench here, a stool there, and never enough of either.  Have you seen the forlorn look on our faces as we sit Sherpa-like, waiting to be beckoned to shoulder the next burden - er, bargain?  Oh sure, we profess to love "people-watching" - but for three hours?  The obvious solution: The Man Kiosk.  Big screen TVs, darts, pinball machines, food and drink - all purveyed in special-purpose, standardized, mall-ready, mini-pubs where tall tales could be told and friendships cemented with suds and hot wings.  Sort of a mini-Hooters (but of course you couldn't call it that, most guys don't like ... no, I don't think I'll go there).  Time flies when you're having fun, they say, so why not turn mall-time into man-time?  A benefit to both parties really; she gets more time to shop and he gets to ease the pain with a favourite libation and a slice of pizza.  A win-win situation if I ever saw one!