dreaming@echonyc.com

dear ann taylor,

why do you hate women?

why do you ignore the laws of nature?

see, ann, it's like this: women above size 6 have curves. some of us even have bulges, sad to say, bulges that we would prefer to de-emphasize.

you're not doing us any favors, you know.

why do you insist on foisting bias-cut skirts and dresses — flattering only on a sentient popsicle stick — on your lumpier, less willowy customers?

and why, why must you tailor the bustline of your dresses so that anyone with, you know, an actual rack looks like an eastern european wet nurse, and not in a good way?

oh, and why do you think it's a good idea for the world to see my (rather meaty, alas) upper arms? were you abused by a sleeve in your tender youth? it's the only explanation that makes sense — because in your stores, there is nary a true sleeve to be found. there are only those wispy caps, those fluttery gestures that hang limply and ineffectually at the top of the shoulder, offering no coverage at all, none at all.

it is because of your patent misogyny that i must regretfully tell you we're breaking up. it's time for me to see other people. i need my space. and i need my sleeves.

signed,
julie