Are you in the need for some butt floss but don’t have the extra cash to buy a new thong? You’re in luck, because American Apparel is now handing out thongs for free! [More]
Strictly as a consumer service, I’m posting this link to StyleCrave’s roundup of the 50 Sluttiest American Apparel Ads of All Time. Perhaps you can meditate on this while thinking of the 1,500 American Apparel workers who got laid off following a government crackdown on illegal immigrants at the company last week.
As part of their multi-pronged effort to fight the financial Godzilla besieging the world economy, the European Commission today proposed a 14-day no-questions-asked return period for any online purchases made within the European Union. The “two-week cooling-off period” is designed to give consumers a chance to shop across borders for the best prices without worrying about return policies. The practically adorable European decision to respond to a financial crisis with consumer protections made us want to look inwards at some of the onerous return policies Americans face.
Because we loathe the peculiar iteration of kiddie porn that passes for American Apparel’s advertising, we got a kick out of the photo and description submitted to our Flickr pool by reader (and #1Consumerist reader Flickr pool submitter!) Maulleigh.
Privately-held American Apparel will sell itself to a small investment firm for $382.5 million. NYT reports,
• How To Get Your Phone Fixed: Make It A Pay Phone. Sweet phreak, just don’t get carried away and start blowing kazoo sounds in like Captain Crunch, that shit doesn’t work anymore.
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?