Abercrombie & Fitch

Blech, blech and more blech. Back in middle school, I used to like Abercrombie and Fitch, because this is what all the cool kids wore. I’m amazed to see that’s still the case – my stepbrother is twelve years old, in middle school and he too begs for A & F.
I mean, huh? Where did this come from? A & F is seriously lame. Their clothes are extraordinarily bland and their prices are through the roof. «Here, pay $ 80 for this plain, white, completely unembellished tank top that says ‘Abercrombie and Fitch’ somewhere on the label.» What?! No, thank you! I’ll pay for style, if I can, but certainly not for preppy, blancmange crap that distinguishes itself only by its name, which is desirable and «prestigious» for reasons that completely elude me. Guess you have to be fourteen or under to understand.