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“Neat moment at the Webbys last night. Fresh off the $1.1 billion sale of his company [Tumblr], David Karp was
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Abercrombie & Fitch’s CEO, the closeted, self-hating gay and proud douchebag, Mike Jeffries doesn’t like fat people. In fact, he hates them so much he refuses to sell women’s clothes in any size larger than large. He sells men’s clothes in size XL and XXL, but that’s only for guys with so many muscles that they need a larger size.
Oh, and he only wants good-looking people buying his clothes. During a recent interview with Business Insider, he explained, “…we hire good-looking people in our stores. Because good-looking people attract other good-looking people, and we want to market to cool, good-looking people. We don’t market to anyone other than that.”
And in case you’re craving more asshole, he continued,
Truth be told, I’m actually looking for a colored top. But, as my mom always says, ‘beggars can’t be choosers’, right?
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So I can’t decide if this is totes adorbs or child abuse. Is he a little boy with natural-born style, or a brat with a duck-faced mom who has a penchant for raising douchebags of the highest order? Whichever camp you sit in, there’s no question, he’s going to be a nightmare—if he isn’t already. Oh, and his dog’s name is Hendrix. I think they live in Santa Monica. Looking at their Instagram just makes me want to run down to my local St. Vincent De Paul thrift store and swath him in a bundle of old hobo clothes. This can’t end well.