LULU Lemons -

Chip...which is a douche name, the owner of LULULEMON, said that his LULULEMON's aren’t made for thick women. Thick women got upset. Thick women decided not to buy the clothing. Story should be over!  But wait. I guess the story isn't, because people are so greedy and self-involved that instead of1. Allowing this man to feel how he wants
2. Create a style of clothing he chooses to
3. Lose business by alienating an entire client base

Some ladies are still going boo hoo. Why? It’s probably because they want to validate going back and buying these pants and the only way to do that, without being a hypocrite or clowning themselves, is by having Chip say sorry. Ladies, find another pair and let the man make pants for thin chicks. 

Thin chicks aren’t going into Lane Bryant, complaining no one can see their hip bones protruding through their skin because of the massive amount of cloth used. Those lulu lemons must feel like wearing sex. I’m about to get a pair, but I’ll make sure that I’m fully aware that my balls may show through, as the pants were not made for male genitalia. Where’s my apology! 

This is the same thing that happened with Chick Fil-a. Let the man feel the way he wants. His apology can't be sincere. Do people truly feel he changed his life long set of morals and beliefs because people didn’t want to buy his chicken. Of course not, but people need him to apologize, or else they can’t get some delicious chicken. 

Chicken.....yummmm

1 comment

  • KevFrumBK
    KevFrumBK Atlanta
    But I'm saying tho, those chicken biscuits of hate, those buttery glorious chicken biscuits of hate, they make you forget how the corporation goes against your own values. And of here, it's the choice for office treats in the morning. Next thing you know, you got greasy fingers, you're covered in biscuit crumbs, and you're feeling some type a way about yourself taking solace in the fact that at least it wasn't your money that paces for the hate biscuits.

    But I'm saying tho, those chicken biscuits of hate, those buttery glorious chicken biscuits of hate, they make you forget how the corporation goes against your own values. And of here, it's the choice for office treats in the morning. Next thing you know, you got greasy fingers, you're covered in biscuit crumbs, and you're feeling some type a way about yourself taking solace in the fact that at least it wasn't your money that paces for the hate biscuits.

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