Ben and Elyssa Go to the Mall

Is this camp?

Amongst friends and even strangers, I have spoken—pontificated?—at length about my distaste for suburbia: the sameness of structure, design, and thought; the malaise of strip malls; the mind numbing monoculture, all of which I moved to New York to escape, never to return. Or so I thought. 

I remember how I felt when they opened a Target on 14th Street in…