It was difficult to hide my shock and disdain. In the middle of Manhattan, I asked my friend Laura the innocuous question, “Where do you want to go shopping?’’ Here’s a savvy, fun friend certain to be ready for a retail adventure, I thought.
“Well, I really want to go to the M&M’s store in Times Square,’’ she said slowly as she carefully weighed her options. “I know they also have a huge Sephora there as well.’’
I didn’t intend to yell - we were standing on a sidewalk in Hell’s Kitchen - but I couldn’t help myself.
“I can get M&M’s from the vending machine at work! That’s really where you want to go?’’ I barked. Then I realized that at one time I was also intimidated by the thought of leaving the familiarity of Midtown to visit any of the thousands of independent boutiques in what I then considered the exotic boroughs. Multiple trips and tasteful (and not so tasteful) New York friends have since steered me in new directions.
