The Evil Petting Zoo

It's official. Abercrombie and Fitch doesn't just caters to fratboys; it's run by them. And when I say "fratboys", I don't mean your average brother. I mean the dregs of frathood, the ones whose sole aim week in and week out is to get fucking wasted. The ones who fail in class because they stare out the window and dream up new ways to abuse the pledges. The ones who will graduate class solely by the grace of Daddy's checkbook, and then go on to join the ranks of America's workforce, the stench of nepotism and beer bongs just coiling right off them. And, most importantly of all, the ones who crack beer-sotted jokes at 2 AM to their fellow smashed buddies... and don't get why the joke was only funny when drunk, if at all.

Exhibit A? A line of T-shirts for girls with saying like "Who Needs Brains When You've Got These?" Exhibits The Rest of the Fucking Alphabet? The infamous "Asian" T-shirts, the porntastic catalogues, the "gymnast" T-shirts, the T-shirt that said "Don't Ask Me, I'm Not Drunk Yet" (because hints of date rape are sexy!), and the thongs for ten-year-olds.

There's an interesting discussion about the utter lack of confidence that leads girls to buy these T-shirts. Of course, I'm probably utterly unqualified to comment on (that's what Shakes is for). I'd just like to say that I wish the heads of A&F would get out of their Animal House revelries and realize that, really, they're not that funny.