How is it possible I have found myself in the position of defending Chip Wilson?
How is it possible that the ballsy and brash founder and chairman of Vancouver-based Lululemon Athletica has engendered sympathy from someone who once wrote that she was boycotting his stores because his clerks were snotty and his trendy yoga wear — it’s just stretchy fabric, for Gawd’s sake, so get over yourself — was too precious, and pricey?
How is it possible that anyone can be so arrogant that, clearly embracing the adage that there’s no such thing as bad publicity, would send that columnist flowers?
How is it possible that Wilson, not known for pulling his punches or adhering to the stifling culture of politically correct discourse, can actually be right?
But, he was, a few months back when women began complaining that his firm’s yoga pants were, um, rather see-through in the posterior region when worn by fuller-figured customers. Sheer, in fact. So sheer that men were reportedly lining up in formation at the windows of local yoga classes.