I've been reading Rolling Stone since high school. Back then, I remember one time when it published a photo of The Plasmatics' Wendy O Williams bare boob inside. She was a "singer" of the band that was made infamous for destroying crap on Fridays, an ABC SNL knockoff. Back then, it seemed like in some ways Rolling Stone was willing to do about what it wanted (yes, focusing on this example may seem weird, but that my first exposure to the magazine and what I recall from it - how, a public, non-porn magazine would dare to publish a photo like that).

Lately, the magazine seems to be covering more and more "popular" culture pablum than sticking to what it used to be so good at. Now, the mediocre acts seem to get covers while more important acts are relegated to inside pieces, shadowed over by the junk.

And then what happens? In an excellent example of the decline of the coverage of quality American entertainment, it repeats what is becoming the norm - where the mediocre are celebrated for nothing more than some how finding a camera that will broadcast their vast, inane vapidness to the rest of the world, RS does just that. It joins the club of puking back to us American puke.

I mean, all the real outlets are praising the new album by Jason Isbell as being exceptional, so what do we get? A cover story of a woman that should be relegated to zero coverage.

On top of this, look at the cover photo - how Jann Wenner, a man that over the years has professed to being a beacon of race, gender and human rights, publishes a cover photo of.....well, let's face it...tits and to evidently for no other reason than to tally up magazine sales.