Miss Pop Rocks: American Apparel -- The Units Of Our Day
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My problems with the chain of clothing stores are many.
First of all, Dov Charney, American Apparel's CEO, is a known perv who once masturbated in front of a reporter. And while his clothing may be sweatshop-free, it is certainly sold on the backs of soft-core porn stars. (Is it just me, or do the kids in the American Apparel ads look like they need a vitamin shot or Chlamydia screening or something?)
Second of all, business-wise they are morons by using an unauthorized photo of Woody Allen in their ad campaign and then having to pay him bajillions.
But mostly I do not get American Apparel because of its clothing. It's like Flashdance barfed inside that store. Leggings, tunics, rompers, bodysuits. Who wears this shit?
Seriously. Trust me. I didn't look cool when I wore pink leggings and a sky blue shirt with puffy clouds painted on it, and you don't look cool wearing a tie-dye cotton spandex short unitard.
The `80s are dead, people! Dead, dead, dead. Unless you're showing me Repo Man or a totally kissable pic of Ralph Macchio, I don't need to be reminded of that decade. Take that crap off and put on some jeans and a T-shirt. Please.



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