WHAT'S THE POINT?

During inclement weather, my daily walks take me into unfamiliar territory.  I stroll in the local shopping  mall.  Instead of trees and ducks and squirrels, I see store fronts and kiosks and display booths.   Instead of a lake, there is a food court.  Instead of the fresh smell of falling leaves, there's the overwhelming odor of Cinnabon.  Depressing, isn't it?

When I walk, in the morning just after opening, the store clerks are often tending to their window displays.
The mall is loaded with women's clothing stores - specialty stores for every age and size and height and nationality that women come in.  Oh yea, pregnant or not pregnant, they've got that covered.  Outside wear and underwear - and of course, underwear that is worn outside is taken care of.  Don't forget accessories and piercings.

Anyway, one store that evidently caters to young, thin, non-pregnant African Americans wearing outerwear without underwear, has new manikins.   These aren't just any manikins.  Rightly so, they are slender and black.  Shockingly, they all have large protruding nipples.  Yikes!  The point is obvious.

Give me a break!
o.o