Dear American Apparel CEO Dov Charney,
A lot of people are going to wonder what you were thinking when you agreed to be interviewed by CNBC reporter Margaret Brennan the week before your sexual harassment case went to trial if you were going to throw a tantrum when she told you she'd be asking about it. Even more people are going to wonder why, in light of the fact that your reputation for sexual harassment is likely to be in the headlines for a few more months at least, you chose yesterday to spend the ten minutes following the interview screaming four-letter words at a female news reporter. (She didn't say which ones, but I'm going to venture: "cunt"? "fuck"? And your worst insult: "passe dated un-tastemaking"?) Dov, this lady has no incentive to protect you. Unlike the dozens of attractive, well-intentioned, fiercely loyal women who surround you, she doesn't need you for weed. She doesn't need you for clothes. Most importantly, she doesn't need an association with you to bring her cultural currency because she has no desire to see her image plastered across one of your billboards.
I know it's hard to remember that there are women in the world like that who aren't butch dykes or sexless hippies, but there are. And they're tough, because all though they are generally required to be sexually appealing in order to get anywhere at all, they encounter countless butt-pinching, innuendo-spouting permutations of you along the way.
And yet: they've probably never met anyone quite as brazen and batshit and verbally abusive as you on a cranky day. Even on fucking Wall Street, and that's saying something. Which I can only imagine is the reason this busy anchorwoman chose to take time out to write about your off-camera antics on the company blog: because that is how out of line you are.
Anyway, that's all for now.
P.S.: Love the new jersey dresses!