i gleefully gloat about my ancient hatred for AF. their clothing is sad shit for punks with no creativity or guts. bad frat boy wear. and i love me some frat boy...so don't flame me. (interesting aside: DG is actually a fraternity.)
my extreme scorn for AF reaches WAY back...i loved my high school days at Rio...the natural, uncontrived preppy look that we had was classic. it wasn't affected, it just WAS. it was...us. a few years later, clueless people who wanted to BE us gratefully turned to AF to fulfill their pathetic dreams of looking good in pre-distressed, faded, over-priced rags. i have NEVER owned any AF (and i have five closets full of clothes in two cities) and i don't even step foot in their nasty retail spaces out of principle. people accused me of being merely stuck up (me? perish the thought) but there is a method to my maliciousness...a reason for my wrath. and my wrath increased geometrically in the last year or so. a brief list of shittiness on the part of Abercrombie follows.
i sanctimoniously hated AF more when...
-they insensitively dissed asians and then had the unmitigated gall to be disrespectful and unrepentant about it when i called them on it, back during my non-profit days...
-they designed THONG knickers for seven-year olds that said "eye candy" (excuse me while my blood boils)...
-and finally, there's the article that you shall find here about how lame they are regarding their sad employees. A quote;
"I was sick of getting my schedule back every week with lines through names," says Mandrick. "I can't look the people that work for me, that want to be there, in the eye and...lie to them and say 'Oh, we don't have hours,' when, really, it's because they weren't pretty enough."
sigh.
