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.
