The lede of yesterday's Times Magazine profile of American Apparel bigshot Dov Charney describes the surroundings in the kinky clothier's Los Angeles office:

While we always love to see exposé upon exposé of the already over-exposéd skeezy Dov Charney and his American Apparel-branded clothing, we're slightly saddened that this piece in the Guardian falls under the category of "Special Report: United States of America." We don't expect the rest of the world to think fondly of us, but we'd much rather have foreign perception of American fuckitude revolve around the foibles of our Playskool government and not, you know, some random kosher-perv.

We are not, as you might imagine, theologians, and thus we've never engaged in the textual analysis (or, quite likely, Google searching) necessary to answer a riddle of Jewish law that's always had us confused: When we repent for our sins tomorrow, does that repentance cover sins committed specifically in 5765 (in which case sins rendered since Rosh Hashanah, last week, will sit unrepented-for until next year), or does it cover sins since last Yom Kippur?

· East Village music haven Other Music has published their remarkably extensive Year End Recap. Bonus points if you recognize over 60% of the albums they list. [Other Music]
· Alias star Jennifer Garner is looking slightly plump, so you know what that means: she MUST be pregnant with Ben Affleck's love child! [Star]
· You know you want it: the 2005 Girls of American Apparel calendar, complete with owner Dov Charney's invidually-applied stickiness. [American Apparel]

We hate to do this, but in the spirit of service journalism, there's something we need to show you: American Apparel founder and chronic masturbator Dov Charney's jewy man-cheeks, as featured in an advertisement for his company. Why would we subject you to something that might actually make your eyes bleed? Because we can. And we're kind of sick in the head.

From today's Times profile of American Apparel founder Dov Charney: