Rolling Stone wetting its panties like a teenage girl at Boston Marathon Bomber Dzhokhar Tsarnaev. |
Once upon a time there was no internet. To keep up with all the cool stuff, like hula hoops, beehives, and the latest "platter" by lovable mop tops from Liverpool, you had to rush out to the newsagents and buy a thing called a "music mag." This would then update you on the difference between a mod and a rocker, tell you how wide your flares should be, and explain rap lyrics.
Back then one of the biggest music mags was "Rolling Stone." Yes, kind of named after the biggest rock band of the 1960s and a Bob Dylan song. How cool was that? Not much -- a bit obvious, really.
Anyway, the mag did "bretty gud" and made a lot of money for its hippie founder, who then started to push it in a more political and left-wing direction, tackling thorny social issues, like whether to glamorize Chechen terrorists or not and why people should take imaginary rapes seriously.
Anyway, to be a fully signed-up member of the Boomer generation, you needed to have bought at least one copy of this magazine and left it lying around in your toilet.
Now it seems this icon of Boomerdom is on its last legs as the aging hippie founder, Jann Wenner, is now publicly begging for some rich billionaire boomer to take it under his withered wing as a very expensive vanity project.
"Jann Wenner says he wants to find a buyer that understands Rolling Stone and has 'lots of money.' The 71-year-old said: 'Rolling Stone has played such a role in the history of our times, socially and politically and culturally. We want to retain that position."
Maybe Bill Gates or George Soros will be interested, or maybe they won't. Either way no one under the age of 40 gives a flying fuck or even knows what Rolling Stone is. This magazine is as dead as this Rolling Stone, and not nearly as interesting.
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