I don’t think I’ve ever purchased an item of clothing from Abercrombie and Fitch. I’m too old for it now, but even when I was young enough to pull off that look I just couldn’t bring myself to pay top dollar for clothes that looked like they do when they are on their way to the Goodwill bin. You would think they would at least steam an $80 shirt a little before putting it on the rack.
Which is not to say that I have no appreciation at all for the brand. Their catalogs, back before the prudes had their way, were page after page of art book style eye candy. Their stores are filled with posters of good looking people, and on that wonderous shopping day called Black Friday, you are greeted at the door by a buxom and firm young woman in her underwear and a ripped, fat free, young buck who is wearing, at most, his boxer shorts.
So given that their emphasis seems to be on an association with pretty people rather than quality clothing (opinion only–their raggedy looking jeans are very well made for all I know), it should come as no surprise that ugly people need not apply to work the registers at their stores. That, according to this story. Apparently, employees are moved to the stock rooms if they are deemed not hot enough to work out front. Abercrombies secret shoppers answer questions about how attractive the employees are, and one lawyer involved with the inevitable lawsuits says that the jobs are “a cattle call and you are hired based on looks, not your ability to fold clothes…”. (Although, is “folding clothes” really a refined skill? I mean, all you need is arms to do that, right?)
So, I’ll continue to leer like the dirty old man that I am, but I won’t go into the stores anymore. They’d probably rate me a zero and put me to scrubbing the terlits.