by William Grim I was recently in the J.C. Penney’s store at the Tuttle Creek Mall in Columbus, Ohio shopping for some trousers. Now, clothes shopping is one of those activities—like root canals and remarriage—that I try to avoid if at all possible. The "shopping experience" has become more miserable of late because American retailers seem to believe that no one will buy clothes except to the accompaniment of Eurotechno or rap music screeching out of speakers at something approaching the threshold of pain. While standing in line to purchase a pair of khaki Dockers the caterwauling began. "Muthaf**ka, muthaf**ka,...