How soon until American Apparel goes the way of the Gap and Benneton, with massive store closings and a scaling back of worldwide proportions? Just how many flimsy cotton shirts can people buy, anyway? Soon there'll be more light peach wrinkly polos with buckled seams than people in the world. When we start getting pictures in National Geographic of Zulus wearing shiny metallic tights, we know we've reached the saturation point.
Plus, why are all the ladies in their ads like this chick up there, a hot, sexy-assed bitch, whereas the guys are from the bug-people race? You know, skinny, sallow, slack-faced and hollow-chested. If they want to get homos in all those stores, they'll need to have a Guess revolution-- you know, no more Harry Dean Stanton, more nameless sexy fuckboys.
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