People are SheepEvery person, everywhere in the United States, is absorbed in what the media tells them: what to do, what to wear, where to go shopping. People will swear up and down that they want to have their own identity, and they will even go to great lengths to achieve it, but, inevitably, they will all fall into a "clique" with millions of others. No one wants to be a follower, but in terms of youth culture, no one can really be a true leader. No one, of course, except the media. The American people, young and old, line up like sheep and follow the media shepherd wherever he leads. After a pathetic call from my 13-year-old brother, I reluctantly agreed to take him and a few of his friends to the mall. to buy basketball shoes. Although shopping with a lot of opinionated, loud, and smart-aleck teenagers wasn't high on my list of priorities, spending time with my little brother was. So we went to the mall. Along the way, the increasingly loud arguments over which shoes were better made me want to drive my car straight into a tree. The one thing that was always talked about in the media was the many different shoes they saw on TV. That's when I realized that my brother and his friends were being led to the massacre - to the mall - by the media shepherd. As we pulled into the mall parking lot, I barely had time to park the car before I arrived. Crazy passengers, a gang of teenage hooligans, ran out of the car and ran towards the door. By the time I caught up with my crowd of shoe shoppers, they were already in a shoe store, each with a different shoe in hand. My little brother had already strapped a pair of hideous shoes to his feet and was skipping around the store pretending to be Kobe Bryant. I asked him if he liked the look of the shoes, or even if they were at least comfortable, and his response was, "Who cares?" Kobe Bryant wears them so they are awesome! » I took a closer look at the shoes, because if they were good enough for Kobe Bryant, they were good enough for my little brother. At least in my little brother's mind. When I looked at the price my knees went weak and I almost fell..