Where the Annoying People's Kids Shop

Although I am not THAT misanthropic, I find that people annoy me more than amaze me.  I have become much less tolerant of human tendencies in my old age.  Currently, my patience has really worn thin as I observe that our prosperity, the youth of our nation, are holding themselves to standards of utter stupidity and superficiality.  While shopping with my cousins, we inevitably found ourselves in Hollister.  Here, we find cheap, ugly clothing inspired by the California fantasy lifestyle of slackerdom, excess, and lack of future vision.  The inspirations are the surfer dudes and the bikini chicks on the beaches of SoCal.  The loud, thumping, horrible pop music violates our cochlea.  Essentially, over-indulged white kids are the target population.  Of course, a couple of brown kids, like my cousins and me, have to make our appearance, to encourage diversity.  There is this club-like atmosphere, with the crowded interior, lack of appropriate clothing, and the atrocity that is Panic at the Disco reverberating through my ears and brain, like nails on a chalkboard.  I felt as though a few years had been lost from my life when we could finally leave the store.