Maybe it’s a product of the fact that I’m now 30, or perhaps, nearly a decade post-#MeToo and some 15 years after a great awokening that has never truly ended, I have found myself objectively and finally exhausted with pop culture’s attempt to punish millennials and rebrand every passing fad and fashion we once enjoyed as not just problematic, but sinful enough to demand our penance.

In light of the latest due-process-free dump of emails and documents from the late convicted kiddie rapist Jeffrey Epstein, the perished pervert’s associates have come under renewed scrutiny. Not unjustifiably, the limelight has specifically fallen on Les Wexner, one of the late billionaire’s biggest financial backers and, other than the dead Jean-Luc Brunel and the incarcerated Ghislaine Maxwell, the figure most likely to have knowingly enabled Epstein’s sex trafficking.

The furor over Wexner’s financial backing of Epstein is rational. But the brouhaha is now really more about his fashion empire, namely his past ownership of top shops of the early aughts, such as Victoria’s Secret and Abercrombie & Fitch. It is not enough to question whether........

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