Our house is infested with
reusable 30% post-consumer fiber Lululemon tote bags that say shit like: “breathe
deeply and appreciate the moment” and “do one thing a day that scares you” and
“the pursuit of happiness is the source of all unhappiness” and “dance, sing,
floss and travel” and – most aptly stated as relating to this post – “life is
full of setbacks.” (For the record, I
refuse to leave the house with one of these; my wife found me a bag that says
“my reusable tote bag makes me better than you,” which I prefer because it gets
right to the point).
Lululemon is not a Buddhist
monastery. It’s a publicly traded
company with stores in high end malls that sells exorbitantly priced yoga wear,
mostly to women. They came up with the
truly genius idea of replacing their regular shopping bags with reusable ones,
which, like swallowed gum, take 7 years to degrade and disappear. The result is that, if you travel in any area
with a critical mass of professional women with gym memberships, you cannot
escape the bags. They are
everywhere.
I have a Lululemon shirt, and
it’s pretty nice. The quality is one
small notch higher than a similar shirt you could find at any sporting goods
store for 25% of the price. What you’re paying for when you buy Lululemon stuff
– the difference between the $2.75 production cost of a pair of yoga pants and
the $95.00 purchase price – is image. That
image produced $1.3 billion in revenue in fiscal 2013. And so, of course, it is an image that is very
very carefully managed.
But alas, there was a problem
with some Lululemon yoga pants pilling and wearing thin in the
thigh-rubbing-together region and the founder, CEO, chair of the board and
owner of 29% of the company’s stock, Chip Wilson, had to go and say that the
problem was not in the construction of the pants, but rather that “some women’s
bodies just actually don’t work” with the pants. Oops.
This raised a bit of a PR problem
for Lululemon because rubbing thighs is something that happens with pretty much
all women who (a) actually move their legs while wearing yoga pants and (b)
weigh more than 85 pounds. In other
words, per a public statement that went immediately viral, the entirety of
Lululemon’s client base, other than Gisele and several pre-pubescent girls, is
too blubbery-in-the-groin for its pants.
I wonder who the head of
corporate communications is who got the call in the middle of the night that the
top dog of the company had just gotten on TV and told pretty much all women
that they are too fat to wear Lululemon pants.
Some turds just can’t be
polished. There are some utterances that
even the most talented spin doctors on earth cannot work with. Facebook and the blogosphere erupted. A trial was held on Morning Joe. The fit women of these United States made
their voices heard. Chip Wilson had to
go. And so he did. He made the TV rounds and offered and almost
comically grudging apology. The company
condemned him forcefully and made it clear that chaffed thighs are noble and
beautiful and at the very core of Lululemon’s most deeply held values.
Chip Wilson was stripped of all
of his titles. And a sigh of relief was expressed
by the nation’s high-earning yoga devotees now that they could recommence
shopping at Lululemon with a clear conscience.
But the purge was not complete, and the end of the boycott not entirely
justified. Chip Wilson retained one
title – that of 29% shareholder. That’s
not something a board can take away. And
so whatever replacements have been brought in and corporate communications
issued, the fact remains that 29% of all value and goodwill created by Lululemon’s
pant sales and Eastern philosophy slogans belongs to a guy who has not a
modicum of respect for the clients that patronize his company.
It’s hard to shop based on
politics and beliefs. Domino’s is
anti-abortion. Chick-fil-A doesn’t like
gays. Hobby Lobby won’t carry Hanukkah
stuff. And Lululemon thinks your thighs
are too fat to make its pants last.
What’s a consumer to do? Choose
your battles, I guess. Write a scathing
comment on Facebook. Vote with your
feet. At a minimum, remember that a
corporate image is just an image. Candid
words are deeper than PR. And you really
are just a number – a nicely toned, spiritually calm athlete with a credit
card.