We’ve obviously taken this American Apparel flipflop thing too far. Jumped the shark, and all that. So why not do another shot while writhing on the floor? Render the blackout a deeper shade of obsidian?
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Hot on the heels of news that American Apparel is stocking flip-flops from Thailand, seemingly flying in the face of AA’s commitment to ‘vertically-integrated, sweatshop free goods,’ comes a letter. A resignation letter from an employee from March 2005, who at the time claims to be the most senior Canadian American Apparel employee.
We have lots of tipsters: free-thinking contraantidisestablishmentarianists at the retail counter slyly noting down their bosses’ every insidious transgression against the American consumer; once soulless fat cats who have rediscovered their humanity, dramatically hurled their baby blood martinis to the floor and written us about the Mephistophelean dealings being made in Corporate America as a sort of moral atonement.
Last week, Holly complained about some shoddily constructed American Apparel shirts she bought that disentegrated shortly after purchase.
How can you hate American Apparel?