I Hated Lululemon Before It Was Trendy

I hate Lululemon. Everything about that brand makes me want to knock down an end-aisle display of Vitamin Water with my yoga mat. The name bothers me. The price bothers me. How great they make the asses of women half my age bothers me. Their cult-like following of Lulu Lemmings bothers me. It's the Juicy Couture of gym culture. Although the swooped-hairdo logo is not as obnoxious as the giant JUICY stamped across the voloured bottoms of MILFS a half-step behind, it's just as insidious. So I'm no...