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. [Read more...]

Keep It in Your Pants, Yo

I’d be remiss if I didn’t take a moment to welcome Congressman Alcee Hastings, D-FL, to a club no one really wants to join, but to which, based purely on the numbers, one would assume US politicians were beating down doors to gain entrance: The Hound Dog Brotherhood of Capitol Hill. Yes, it looks like that illustrious band of adulterers and skirt chasers has added another member to its ranks. Seriously, why do they do it? The days when politicians could actually get away with that kind of thing, by buying reporters cigars during their three-martini lunches at Sterling Cooper or whatever, have long since passed. And yet they soldier on, watching their defeated comrades fall around them and declaring: “I bet that girl’s flip video wasn’t even ON when I asked her bra size. I shall prevail!” [Read more...]