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Erin Bradley


Last Updated: 11/19/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 33
Sign: Taurus

City: NEW YORK
State: New York
Country: US
Signup Date: 2/17/2006
Tuesday, January 09, 2007 
American Apparel can suck my left tit.

I know I'm not supposed to say that, they're right up there with Burt's Bees and Bono as far as socially progressive darlings, but I don't give a rat's A. I'd rather buy 8 pairs of mink-covered Nikes than spend one dime in that piece of shit store.

Let's start with the obvious – the advertisements. There's always some 15 year old girl splayed out on a bed or bent up against a brick wall, looking like she's just been gang fucked in the ass or is in the midst of a heroin nod.

And that's if you can even see her face, which is almost always not. The head and shoulders are cropped out and the naughty bits are the focus, meaning all of Manhattan is covered by huge 100 by 100 foot billboards of ASS! and VAGINA! and TITS!
 


 
 
The models are always female, with a male thrown in once or twice a year to keep those bitchy gays and feminists at bay. Whatever. Come talk to me when the boys are in briefs with raging hard-ons instead of the demure semi-shirtless pics that look like they were shot by Mormons.

But the models are store employeeeeeees! Oh just shut the fuck up right now. They're always the young employees, the skinny employees, the pleasantly ethnic but still light-complected employees and never someone with a job title anything less than front of the house – i.e. retail clerk, designer, apparel manager, etc. When's the last time you saw Juanita from the sewing room or Darryl the janitor? Or maybe they were home sick when they took employee photos?

The absolute worst thing about the ads, other than the kiddie porn look and feel, is how widely run and prevalent they are in otherwise cool, liberal publications. Nothing's more awesome than turning through the pages of The Village Voice to be reminded once again that I'm. Just. Not. Pretty. Enough. Can't there be ONE FUCKING MAGAZINE that I can flip through on the train without having to deal with that Cosmo magazine body image bullshit?

Maybe the reason American Apparel focuses so much on their ads is because they know their clothes are sub-par. T-shirts, t-shirts, t-shirts! T-shirts with nothing on them! T-shirts that cost more than other t-shirts because they're special t-shirts! From a special company that's cooler than those other companies! Never mind the fact that they shrink up to mid-tit if you wash them in anything but cold water that's been blessed by Buddhist monks while you hope and pray they don't lose their shape or fall apart. (P.S. They always do.)

American Apparel is nothing more the same shit they sell at The Gap with better marketing. It does nothing creative or inspiring for clothing, other than provide a canvas for hipsters to put their ironic iron-ons advertising their own irony.

Then there's the whole politics thing. If the ads didn't give you the clue that the company is run by sexist shits, just take a look at the CEO, Dov Charney.
 


 
He's a greaseball who admits to fucking multiple female employees and once told a reporter that taking steps to minimize sexual harassment contributes to a "victim culture among women" and that, "women initiate most domestic violence." (Jane Magazine July 2004). Nice. In addition to being a perv you think them broads are asking for it too.

There's also a bunch of folks who say American Apparel is anti-union. I'm gonna stay neutral on this one, since it's something I haven't read much about, but do a Google search for American Apparel + the term "union" or even "sweatshop" and you'll see a whole mess of people they've pissed off, including the National Labor Relations Board.

By now you're probably wondering if my own wardrobe is socially responsible. Hell fuck no. I wish it were, but it's hard when you live in a society where 99.9% of shit is sweatshop-produced and the other .1% percent is either gorgeous but incredibly expensive or natural fiber hippie crap that makes you look like an asexual arts-and-crafts instructor.

I guess if I really, really tried, I could get closer to achieving a more cruelty-free wardrobe. But it sure as shit won't be with a company that hides the same tired tits-and-ass marketing under a leftist disguise and thinks I'm too blinded by the visual propaganda to notice.

SuMo™

 

Note to editor:

You.Are.Dead.Sexy.

I am not familiar with the store or their ads directly (I am not quite the thin feller, as my profile name may suggest) but I can't stand that sort of shit either. They can paste ads like that all over the place and somehow it's legal. It's a damn partially nude, underaged teenager.

And I do happen to like a "little" meat on my ladies. The super thin, waif-like supermodel shit is disgusting. I don't particularly want to think about a girl who is going to vomit all over the place after I take her out to a nice dinner or something.

I have heard of the CEO of the chain, because I think there was a story about a law-suit against him. He's the type of guy that will get laid 1) because of his money. 2) Because he will probably give the hope of moving up in the company if you swallow his load. and 3) He probably uses roofies.


 
Posted by SuMo™ on Thursday, January 11, 2007 - 2:26 AM
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שׂרף יִרְמְיָהוּ

 
Whatever to cruelty-free; my coat is half a baby seal and my shoes are two puppies.

Hollowed out, of course--I'm not a villain.



 
Posted by שׂרף יִרְמְיָהוּ on Thursday, January 11, 2007 - 2:27 AM
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sui generis

 

 

Classic.

 

that they shrink up to mid-tit if you wash them in anything but cold water that's been blessed by Buddhist monks

Heh.  I don't think I've heard enough of the phrase "up to mid-tit" in my life.  I wish there were more uses for it.  "I've had it up to mid-tit with this job!"

 

Yeah, having never experienced their clothing, I can't complain about the quality (though it looks even sub-gap to me).  But the kiddie-porn feel of the ad campaign has always creeped me the fuck out.  Oh, and the iPod design of the stores.

 


 
Posted by sui generis on Thursday, January 11, 2007 - 2:27 AM
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Alison

 
Yeah, I totally agree, just spent a week in ny and was very bothered by all of the lame bill boards.
 
Posted by Alison on Thursday, January 11, 2007 - 2:27 AM
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michael

 
For starters, never mention your left tit and the idea of kissing it in the opening sentence and then expect me to concentrate.
Never ever find yourself unattractive again, you are stone gorgeous.
Yes, Dov Charney is yet another boss who uses his power over the young and impressionable to get his licks in, and has the cojones to be open about it , while thousands of others pretend to be happily married while living similar but secret lives and yes, the clothing is shoddily constructed and sold with seemingly limitless amounts of publicity money, a modus operandi similar to the product of the golden arches, no? Create the need. Pretend to fill it. Recreate the need. Spend millions to make the cycles continue.
On the positive side, the models are not airbrushed or made up into ghoulish nonexistence, and if you checked their id's I would bet there is not that much difference in their ages and the ages of many of the "professional" models we see in Vanity Fair and Vogue. Yes, it is "porno-creep" and disquieting for that, but it does break down the convention of typical advertising photography in a dramatic way, and for that it is welcome.
But yes, "special" t-shirts from a "special" company that cost more because they're "special". You hit it dead on.
Variations of the same theme drive so much of the advertising branding that any contact with the media brings us.
Damn. Now I'm going to have to do the research and see what they have to say about the actual working conditions.
Thanks and cheers,
Michael
 
Posted by michael on Thursday, January 11, 2007 - 2:28 AM
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Stephen
Stephen Mintz

 

I'm too old for the apparal, but in disgusting creepy-guy heaven with the ads.  Yeah, when your ads appeal to disturbed 43 year old men, it's really time to re-think your strategy.

I hatehateHATE when I see these shitcombed ads in my issue of GQ (yeah, I read it...except I tear out the first 48 pages of all ads).  I'm with you all the way on this one...

Rant ON!


 
Posted by Stephen on Thursday, January 11, 2007 - 2:29 AM
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salah

 
I think the ads are hot and the clothes are hot, and ususally whenever I see one of their ads in a mag, or run across a billboard. I stop right there on the spot, and masturbate, masturbate, masturbate.

(see what I did there? third time's the humor nougat inside my candy bar of comedy[Also. alliteration+nougat=ha!])

Seriously though if you're in a business and you're attempting to advertise your wares using anything but sex, violence, or fear, you're gonna lose in today's market. And nobody wants to by panties that make you afraid.

 
Posted by salah on Friday, January 12, 2007 - 11:24 PM
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roff
Rolf Granqvist

 

Right to the point! How do you think it feels to be a man looking at all that crap, feeling you should really get off on those images – because you’re a man. I am. Straight (unfortunately?). But I just feel sad about it.

When it comes to brands and images there seems to be links to similar phenomenon in politics. Label a person, law or opinion Conservative or Liberal – and you think you’ve said it all – no need to argue. With a few phrases on freedom, justice, Christian values or social justice you can make someone believe you’re debating.

In business companies tend to use the same strategy. A brand or label is backed by phrases backing the believes of the consumer targeted. In this case liberal stuff.

It works as long as you target people with no time, ability or will to analyze this propaganda. The shit for brains-consumer will buy it.

It’s not very flattering to be a man when you’re supposed to think with your dick. And it’s really sad when you see so many women trying to do it, without even having one.


 
Posted by roff on Friday, January 12, 2007 - 11:26 PM
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Jazz ma téch

 

Erin;

This is another excellent blog.

I guess I haven't been paying much attention to American Apparel's ads. I always thought them to be too racy and targeting the Beverly Hills 90210 teenage crowd. I get the same uneasy/pukie feelings about the kiddy porn hints of their ad spreads. Never figured myself as ever a target of their marketing.


 
Posted by Jazz ma téch on Friday, January 12, 2007 - 11:27 PM
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xClit Eastwoodx
Theresa Profeta

 
amen.

having worked for a big-image driven company before (cough cough, starbucks) i know how it is AND THAT'S JUST FOR A COFFEE COMPANY!

you are pressured to look a certain way, "hip but professional" "urban but sleek" cover up those tattoos! but let your breasts hang out of your shirt.

and i feel with ya on the cruelty-free clothes. try as we might, unless you want to sew your own clothes or spend your entire month's rent on a pair of pants, then you're pretty much up the creek.

p.s that Charney doughbaggery comment about women asking for domestic violence just makes me want to throw flaming molotovs at his junk.



 
Posted by xClit Eastwoodx on Friday, January 12, 2007 - 11:27 PM
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JakersCMU
Jake Coughlin

 
I second that.  You are Damn sexy!
 
Posted by JakersCMU on Thursday, January 18, 2007 - 11:50 PM
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Sabra Embury

 

I have to admit, the marketing for this company is pretty insanely good.  The first time I saw an ad, I think it was here on myspace and then again on the back cover of Nylon magazine, and on that there was just a picture of a girl bent over in a thong, and I thought, geez, I hope nobody thinks I'm looking at porno, and this was on a plane.  After seeing a few more ads, one of a naked girl wearing knee socks, and another of some top piece of a girl's tanktop with her jiced up mouth going, "Ohh,' I was curious, thinking what is this mess, this blatant sexual advertising and why do I want to see what's inside of one of these stores?  I finally got to see for myself, when I was in Houston for a week and sure enough there was one of these places across the street from our coffee shop, and damn if everything was so plain and lame and dumb like a warehouse of generic crap.  That's when I thought, well that's brilliant how they got me here, using sex.  Imagine the more impressionable people, the young insecure kids.  But I like sexy.  I don't know who doesn't really.  Sexy brought me here, to your page, and then I read your blog.  Some people are just getting too desensitized is all.  Nowadays, buttons can't just be pretty and red and round, they have to have flashing lights and sequins.  I'm sure it's only going to get worse too.     


 
Posted by Sabra Embury on Tuesday, January 30, 2007 - 12:44 AM
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