I Survived Forever 21
To all my fellow dudes out there, heed this message! I have been to the glittery realm of chicks. I have been to the space where the brotherhood of the Y chromosome fear to tread. I have been to the regions beyond the human straight male’s understanding. I have been to Forever 21 at Megamall. It is vast and seemingly endless. Entering it is like staring into forever.
I explored this alien world with a female guide codenamed Rocketgirl. Take note that having a girl guide you through the treacherous designer landscape of Forever 21 will not make it less confusing, intimidating and scary. I expected a relatively large area filled with racks of clothes and other feminine things, but the sheer enormity of it all blew me away. Every time I expect to meet the end of the room, a new section unravels. It is a never-ending sea of fabric and metal and plastic and females and dejected boyfriends. However, fear not, my brothers. As you travel through the valleys of shorts and pants and tops and other pieces of clothing with names that will always escape your memory, you will find safe havens where you can collect your thoughts and rest your tired body.
