Claudine Ko writes about Dov Charney of American Apparel:
After a month of watching Dov wheel and deal multimillion-dollar real estate, explain the minutiae of two-needle and blind hems, patronize full-service massage parlors before skipping over to an evening of fine kosher dining, and “pleasure” himself eight or so times, I start to wonder when this Twilight Zone marathon is going to be over. We’ve just left a porn shop near Times Square, where he’s planning to open another store, and I’m thinking it’s time to go home. I briefly hesitate as he hails a cab heading downtown, knowing the inevitable rituals of his night are still to, uh, come. Then, as I step into the depths of the backseat, I realize I don’t want this trip to end just yet.
