Low-Hanging Fruit: Dov Charney
Welcome to Low-Hanging Fruit, an occasional feature in which I ridicule people who have already been so thoroughly castigated that they really don’t need me piling on to make the point. But then I go ahead and pile on anyway, because I’m just trivial enough to enjoy that sort of thing. This week’s overripe banana: horrible gross Dov Charney. For those of you new to this skeezy story, Charney is CEO of American Apparel,a serial sexual harasser and the alleged perpetrator of a kidnapping and assault, who finally fucked with the wrong girl and is now being sued for an ungodly sum by ex-employee Irene Morales.
As if making those butt-ugly clothes weren’t enough of a crime against humanity, Dov also traffics in the kind of sleazy misogyny one normally associates with subway flashers and Nevada politicians. Combine that with his penchant for walking around the office in his underwear (despite complaints/lawsuits from female employees), and you have the portrait of a genuine blight on society. According to Morales and other women unlucky enough to have encountered this heinous troll, a typical date with Charney is likely to include forced fellatio, public masturbation, and most terrifying of all, Dov parading about in his American Apparel man-panties.
Dov Charney is a parody of his own disgusting self. And while he’s far too wealthy to be undone by a single suit, here’s hoping that a combination of bad press and some hefty punitive damages will make him think twice before he whips it out at the next staff meeting.