Welcome to the Anti-Creep League, where we call out creeps for their creepy behavior.
Dov Charney is a creepy guy. He fucks his own employees. He fucks random girls he meets on the street. And this month, he fucked VICE Magazine. He fucked those Brooklyn hipsters right in the ass.
Turn over your latest issue of VICE. I did yesterday, on a flight from LA to Philly. I had to apologize to the man sitting next to me, and explain that this magazine wasn't pornography. Because right there, baring her micro-meshed, hairy-crotched self to the world, was some poor girl that some sleazy creep dude picked up on the street. I don't know this girl personally, but my guess is that she traded a lifetime's worth of pride in for two weeks' worth of cool points. I don't care how many lines that fame lets you cut. That's a bad deal.
That's trash. That will always be trash. So I ripped the back cover off and threw it away with the peanut wrapper.
I love VICE. The writing is great. The new issue is the best issue ever. I love how you guys told the stories of those European sex slaves who get passed around between men for money. But I wish VICE was a magazine I could read on the plane.
Oh yeah, it's a free country, free speech and all that. Dov Charney is free to be a sleazy creep. Vice is free to print this trash as a day job. And we're free to rip it all up and send it right back to them.
So to VICE Magazine I say this: Keep being awesome. But please, draw the line somewhere. There is still a line, you know.
And to Dov Charney: The point of starting a company should be to change the world. Or at least to make money. Starting a company to get laid is gross! Go to the fucking bar for chrissakes. And making the publisher of VICE into your personal pimp to procure girls who don't know any better makes you an even bigger creep. You, sir, ARE RUINING ONE OF MY FAVORITE MAGAZINES. Not cool. I will see you at a party one day, and we will have a talk.
To you, friend or stranger: If you're feeling what I'm saying here, then please repost and forward this message. Please rip the back cover off your VICE magazine. Rip it in half, down the middle. Put it in an envelope. Then send the back cover(s) to this address:
Sam Schwartz
P.O. Box 63770
Philadelphia, PA 19147
Do this by October 10. I will collect all the covers I receive over the next two weeks. I will personally deliver half of them to Shane Smith in Brooklyn. My associate will deliver the other half to Dov Charney in Los Angeles. I need to cool off a little bit before I see that guy.
And please please please please repost/forward this message. I want to get a lot of ripped up covers.
Weak.