Sunday, September 16, 2018
State Fair vs. The Mall of America
In a tumultuous month we at my house have managed to do two quintessentially Minnesotan things; we have gone to the State Fair, and we have gone to the Mall of America.
One might think that The State Fair is the more Minnesotan of the two. And one might wonder which I prefer. One might wonder a lot of things, many of them better than the subject of this post. But one is not wondering them now. And nothing anyone wonders has a clear answer even if I always think it does. Often people say to me: "I wonder...?"
And I come up with a really good answer. And everyone always says, with a fair deal of skepticism:
"Hmm. Well that's interesting..." Like I haven't just explained everything.
Which one would maybe think would make me wonder...
I don't prefer either The State Fair or The Mall of America. I like them both equally, though a little differently.
The State Fair is like a fifties dream of Minnesota; all white and porky, full of butter heads, civility, baby pigs, seed art, live music, and oversized pumpkins.
You should go, seriously, or you will never understand us.
The Mall is exactly as Minnesota is on the days where it has money in its pockets. It is younger and more multi-cultural. It is a dream too. It is the dream that capitalism works, which everyone knows now that it doesn't, but it sure looks like it does in the Mall of America, er, sort of.
You don't need to go to that one if you don't want. That's the blood in the water.
I know there is a good chance you wanted one of these attractions to clobber the other one, but I cannot help you there. All I can say to a prospective visitor is bring money, and also, you'd better know what they hell you are doing or they will eat you alive.
Which sounds pretty serious, but just means "You won't particularly enjoy yourself."