Pip S.
Yelp
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So, let me first say that pre-pandemic, this place used to be my lodestar for all things fun, fantastic and quirky. The gifty items were always chocked to the rafters, and the art prints (my main go-to) were varied and unique. But this review is not one that's about the merchandise. Although I will say that since all of the stores have been closed, that the merch-in-question is more deftly CURATED than anything else, as sites such as Etsy, Society6 and Redbubble, to name a few, offer the same kind of works, and then some, without all of the hygienic hassles that this place wants to inflict upon an average regular customer.
Or is it just for me?
Black woman that I am, I have been used to all kinds of slights being in a mostly white world, living on the north side of Chicago as I do. And frankly, I never felt that vibe here; otherwise, how would I have found it as hip and refreshing as I once did? But after I went there today for the first time since February (as the stores are now open here), I came away with some terribly disturbing ironies. Such as:
1. Once outside, my friend and I came to the rather bizarre chain link they have at the door (like some kind of artsy nightclub) and we were asked, "Do you want to come in the store?" Ummm, yes, please. As nobody else who approached was asked such a ridiculous question, I found this more than a little, well, questionable.
2. Once inside, we were given a very specific lecture about how we had to keep our masks on (no issue there), but, that we were not allowed to touch any of the merchandise, and if we did, we must put it in a designated "area", where assumedly, it was disinfected.
3. Once I decided I wanted to look at the prints (always my main reason for visiting), I asked how exactly I was supposed to accomplish this, without touching them? I was told they could give me a tissue, which seemed both laborious and ridiculous, especially considering that the bins the pictures were in were still filthy from BEFORE the virus. Which led me to believe, Did ANYTHING in the store even GET wiped down? Forget MY germs--what kind of germs would I be getting from THEM? Especially since they used to allow a plethora of pets so large and so insane that I used to repeatedly find animal fur on the products. Which leads me to my last point...
4. Once we had been, in my opinion, reluctantly been let in at the door, scolded about cleanliness (and me being old enough to scold THEM, after all, since the majority of people in the Chicagoland area that I have seen and indeed, around the country that are not wearing masks and such are THE SALESGIRLS' AGE, NOT MINE), had attempted to look at merchandise to hopefully buy (I support small businesses), then, THEN, said salesgirl at the door STARTED TALKING TO A GIRL, WITH NO MASK ON, AND FEEDING A DOG, WHICH SHE THEN PROCEEDED TO PET. And, she had previously pet ANOTHER dog, just a minute before.
Say Whaa?
Now this place has the nerve to have a BLACK LIVES MATTER sign in their window, a fact that I unfortunately did not see until we left. But here, at this moment in time (or really ANY moment in time, for that matter) I am left to believe this:
That somehow, I, HUMAN BEING THAT I AM, am less sterile, less clean, less of a "health risk" than a dog.
You may say I am reaching, but I think not. That was certainly the optics that I saw today. And most of all, felt. For when I mentioned all of this to the girl, all she did was scurry away, saying "Well, it's because we have a bathroom," to wash her hands in, I presume. As if that somehow explained that she had already touched another dog, and the only difference the second time was that it was ON ITS MOUTH. And, that I said something.
Ugh.
The absolute worst part of all, of course is that she walked away, overtly oblivious and uncaring to my concerns or my feelings. Meanwhile, the second salesgirl continued to have her head buried in some I imagine imaginary work, as there was not a single other soul in the store. Not once did either one of them try to help me, or answer a question. They acted like I was a major inconvenience.
Well, then why are you open, my loves?
I'm hoping that soon enough, they won't be. They can get all the white sterility and silence they want when they're spending their days at home.