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Hi Equinox, 
 
I loved your gym, but couldn’t afford the last price hike, which is why I left. But as a former member and a health conscious feminist,  I fucking LOATHE this new ad campaign. At over $150 a month, you must know that the type of women who can afford your gym are probably professionals who aren’t thrilled to get e-mails from you guys that include photos of under weight models looking dead inside while being rag-dolled around by a buff shirtless dude. Me included. 
 
I’d rather you sent me a photo of a meth addict eating vomited up spaghetti than this Terry Richardson trash. 
 
Thank you, 
 
Erin Gibson
 
feminist/comedian/jump rope queen

Hi Equinox, 

 

I loved your gym, but couldn’t afford the last price hike, which is why I left. But as a former member and a health conscious feminist,  I fucking LOATHE this new ad campaign. At over $150 a month, you must know that the type of women who can afford your gym are probably professionals who aren’t thrilled to get e-mails from you guys that include photos of under weight models looking dead inside while being rag-dolled around by a buff shirtless dude. Me included. 

 

I’d rather you sent me a photo of a meth addict eating vomited up spaghetti than this Terry Richardson trash. 

 

Thank you, 

 

Erin Gibson

 

feminist/comedian/jump rope queen

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