To be filed under (Don't) Choose Juicy. I have a quasi-irrational love-hate with Juicy. On principle (that being pre-Claiborne, and still in my mind, it is merely an overpriced sweatpants company), I refuse to buy the brands' sunglasses, bags, shoes, jewelry, coats, bikinis, umbrellas, etc. The problem, however, is this: I like just about everything they make (Haute!) - but seriously haaaaaaaaate the thought of them selling anything other than cheeky phrases for the chic's cheeks. (Bothered!). Why must you be so alluring, Juicy? Damn you! Damn you!