Abercrombie & Fitch part 1

The rant against the company......

I've seen a lot of stuff about Abercrombie & Fitch lately.....and I think I have something to say. I will likely offend some, others might share it, maybe you'll put poop in a bag on my front porch like they did in that movie, maybe you'll send me money because you agree (hey, why not!?), maybe you'll just go "Meh." Your call, I just write.

People have gone nuts because some creepy man says he doesn't like fat people.

Well, I'm fat so I will take jab.

 I was never able to fit into their clothes. I never ever could. I was too fat. My sister shopped at A&F and I hung out across the mall at Lane Bryant. It was just life. I never once enjoyed the way the store smelled like B.O or that it was dark in there. I never enjoyed how they really only sell 5 things. I never once enjoyed covering my textbooks in half naked boy bags. I never did. Because I was too fat.

I did however enjoy the fact that my mom refused to go into that store and would send me in to give my sister money. I also enjoyed the fact that when I tried to drop off the credit card for my sister to make a purchase they wouldn't let me in. I was not allowed in. They asked in a snotty tone if they could help me. They even offered to take my mother's credit card and find my sister. STRANGER DANGER! I don't blame them, I had braces, sideburns and acne. I was not a pretty sight. I would probably send all of their pretty customers running. I was a yeti, and I embrace it.

Because I could never fit into the clothes there, I was forced to "own" my style. I dressed like a mom for a few years and I wore a salmon colored corduroy jumper from J. Jill in 8th grade. I was a total freak and it didn't matter. I still had friends.

It didn't matter that I was too fat to wear A&F because it wasn't my style. I refuse to believe that all of those girls really enjoy wearing dental floss denim skirts and polo shirts; the Chicago suburbs are not a Kenny Chesney concert. Put on some clothes.  Never once did I decide I wanted to wear graphic tees with raunchy slogans, never once did I want to wear a skimpy dress, an eskimo hat and a dazed look on my face. It just wasn't my thing.

I can tell you that with absolute certainty, even if I was skinny I would never shop there. My thoughts on this are not a defense mechanism I use to hide my feelings. I hate that store and I would never shop there, because I just don't like it.

That creepy man said he didn't want certain people shopping there because it destroys his brand. Okay! Does he want stupid people shopping there instead?

A&F is stupid. Yep. I said it. Grab your tomatoes! There's going to be a riot!  Who in their right mind would actually pay $80 for a pair of jeans that is more hole than pant? Who in their right mind would buy a shirt that says "Fitch" on it? You know what? Whenever I see those shirts I play a rhyming game....Itch. Twitch. Bitch. Kitch. Ditch. Pitch. I'm sorry, but those rhymes aren't good. Are you a bitch with a twitch and an itch that got ditched? Rough life man. Change your shirt.

It's crazy to me. The clothes are of terrible quality, they smell before you've worn them and everyone else in the school that can fit them is wearing them. Have we lost our sense of uniqueness? Didn't their mothers ever tell them to blaze their own trail? The value is not there.

So the creepy man says he doesn't like fat people. Well neither do I! He says he doesn't want people destroying his brand, neither do I! It's not worth my time.

And here is the kicker...I almost secretly want to shake his hand (and then wash it, because if he smells anything like his store, I will barf). He is an ass, and he owns it! He's a creepy man with a weird face and he owns it. Who cares if he dresses like a preppy highschooler? He owns it. He stands behind what he says. I wish more people did that. If you don't like what someone has to say, then don't talk to them. If you don't like the brand, don't shop there. I say watch this movie!

Okay, so he burns the clothes? That's wasteful. He's a jerk. But until you show me the completely ethical and eco-friendly practices of all of the other stores in mainstream America...I can't get mad. I bet my favorite stores have some skeletons in their closets. I don't understand why people are getting so upset. Sometimes people can't have what they want. I want a dog and a pony. Forever I wished I could shop at Victoria's Secret. I wish I could swap the machinery I wear under my clothes for an "Oh So Sexy $50 bra". But I can't. Am I outraged? No. I wish I could buy shoes at normal stores, but I'm a size 12. I'm not going to boycott Macy's because they don't carry size 12 shoes.

It is a wonder I have the courage to get up every morning and clothe myself. It truly is a wonder! I applaud myself.


Why are people so upset? Is there going to be a national uproar next week about how Lane Bryant doesn't want skinny people to shop there? Are we going to be outraged?

There are some deeper issues here. We will talk about them tomorrow!