Dov Charney is Lenny Bruce. Dov Charney is Martin Luther King, Jr. Dov Charney is Duddy Kravitz. Dov Charney is Hugh Hefner in the '70s. Dov Charney is a punching-bag of the politically correct left and a victim of the religious right. Dov Charney is, according to his dad, "not great at tact." Dov Charney is, according to the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, the founder of a company that discriminates against "women, as a class, on the basis of their female gender, by subjecting them to sexual harassment."
If Dov Charney didn't exist, R. Crumb would have had to invent him. Dov Charney has been sued for sexual harassment nine times in the past six years. Dov Charney has no comment about how naked photos of his latest alleged victim, Kimbra Lo, ended up on a blog with captions like, "I LOVE THAT I CAN WASTE YOUR TAX DOLLARS WITH THESE FAKE LAWSUITS. Hey, the courts have to hire a lot of people to photocopy and read all those fake papers I filed," and "Here I am coming in his bed last December...I just wanted to give all of you some insight about my rape and kidnapping last December." Even though the photos were taken at Dov Charney's house.
Dov Charney's house, by the way, is a 20-room poured-concrete mansion that was built in the 1920s by an industrialist who had a pathological fear of fire. Up to a dozen American Apparel employees — young women, mostly — stay there at any given time. Dov Charney maintains similar company apartments in cities around the world. "He needs to have somebody around to say, ‘Yes, Dov,' or feed into what he is saying," says a friend.
Dov Charney doubts that some of the more insane provisions of his company's employment contracts — like the one that bars any employee from "photograph[ing] or record[ing] Dov Charney or any of his residences," and presumably the one that prevents any employee from ever speaking to the media about Dov Charney or American Apparel — are legally enforceable. Dov Charney likes to talk. Dov Charney is in fact given to calling reporters at unsociable hours to rant — sometimes for hours — off the record about Jane magazine and the iniquities of immigration law and the absolutely criminal, totally puritanical small-mindedness of American culture. As a child, Dov Charney used to "collect rainwater in empty jars, which he sold to amused neighbors." In high school, Dov Charney got a B+ in Ethics.