I was at a vendor event and my trusted, closest friend said, "LLR is here! Have you ever felt how soft their leggings are?" I then turned and walked my happy ass over to the lady who proceeded to make $100 bucks (minimum) off of me. Their prints were unique and I loved their use of colors and designs. Months later, however, I was stuck with a question that seemed to play over and over in my mind: What the hell is with all these vaginas?
Seriously. You're a company made of women, run by women, selling to women. We know a vagina when we see one. (Yes. We all know that there are some LuLaBros and a certain "chemist"- but he is a douche-canoe so none of these "men" count.)
You have vaginas with chihuahuas coming out of them, flowered vaginas, hairy (looking) vaginas, and vaginas of all shapes, depicted on your clothing. And... because your leggings are so defective, women who wear your leggings run the risk of exposing their vaginas!
To take it one step further... y'all have a shit-ton of Doritos on your stuff, too. Why?
I thought you guys were in the business of making people money. Aren't you supposed to be designing items that are easy to sell so that your underlings can make "full-time money for part-time work"? Aren't you all about love and blessing people?
I got news for you: I want to be blessed with far more than vaginas and Doritos. I want to be blessed with seeing posts about people getting their refunds. I want to see fewer posts about women losing everything because y'all sent them box after box of crap that you KNEW would never sell.
Want to bless people? Bless them with making your own designs and stop stealing art. There are thousands of us who have now honed the art of looking at an article of your clothing and instantly knowing whether or not y'all truly designed it or if we should reverse-image-Google-search that shit to see who the real artist is. And, how do we know? Because your designs contain vaginas and Doritos. It's a simple process to narrow it all down.
I don't need to wear vaginas on my legs. I don't want my vagina to pop out because of a defective/ripped/torn pair of leggings. I don't want to see any more women going bankrupt because of your vagina obsession either. So, please get your shit together.
