So this afternoon, I'm walking home through the Pentagon City Mall, and I walk into what I think is the bottom floor of Macy's. I'm not paying too much attention to where I am or what's around me, I'm just looking for the escalator that will take me up to the next floor, so I can exit closest to where my car is parked. Eventually something registers about the merchandise around me...the shorts are short, the tops are see-through, and everything seems to be "barely there." This must be the juniors section for sure.
I hang a left, beginning to wonder why I haven't spied the escalator yet, when my eyes land on two mannequins, showing off the apparel on the racks around me. One, by all accounts, looks like a pretty straightforward mannequin - one foot in front of the other, shoulders back, hands in her pocket...you get the picture. But the other one...she was a piece of work. She was bent over from the waist, with her butt stuck out, looking for all the world like she's waiting for some guy in da' club to come up and start grinding up on her. Seriously? Is that necessary?
I take a quick scan around the floor, only to realize that this posture is affected by more than just this mannequin...she's got at least three skanky friends at various unexpected angles. I wasn't quick thinking enough to snap a pic, but this illustration below might help you understand my alarm...we're talking 1s, 2s, and 5s here...not exactly what I expect in a department store mannequin.
I'm really appalled at Macy's marketing decisions, until I look around again and notice the xxi on the hangers. Ah...I'm in Forever 21. While this did much to explain the level of skankiness around me, I couldn't help but have a flashback to Today's Special. These mannequins would be at the head of the casting line for an exposé on mannequins gettin' lo' after the lights go out. Now that Rock of Love 2 is over, maybe I should pitch the idea to VH1...