Target, to me, is the Audrey Hepburn of shopping experiences; Cute, chic, and able to make me feel very girly and not harassed, unlike Walmart. I can't buy guns there, but I can get fabulous necklaces, chocolate, greeting cards, and lots of other lovely things that make me happy. Bigger is not better. Target is like being in a boutique, only with a higher ceiling and more room to move. It's red and white like a strawberry sundae, like a refreshing mint, like a lollipop. My inner conspicuous consumer breaks out when I see those colors on their signs. Sigh.
Maine has approximately 3 Tarjays right now, with one more coming here to town. I think it's important to find stuff to make us happy, even if it reveals just how dependent we are on consumerism.