Rolling Stone used to be held up as one of the hallmarks of good journalism. The magazine invented the “rock critic.”
Tom Wolfe. William Greider and Hunter S. Thompson graced RS’s pages many times over the years, Thompson even has the title of National affairs correspondant.
Unfortunately, to say that Thompson has been phoning it in for the past 15 years would be putting it kindly.
Greider left and his vacancy hasn’t even been addressed, let alone been filled.
In other words, RS’s standards, while not quite on the Weekly World News level, have been sinking towards the toilet very quickly.
Recently there was the article about men who deliberately try and attain Aids/HIV through unprotected sex and the tone of the article made it seem like this was a new epidemic sweeping the country.
It has since been shown that much of the article was hyperbole or outright untruths.
But it was the latest issue which has resulted in my decision not to put any more money in Jann Wenners coffers.
It’s issue #924.
There is an article about Mr. Big aka Jonah Falcon.link Mr. Big has a 9 inch cock. That’s when it isn’t erect. When it is erect it’s 13.5 inches long.
It isn’t that the writing in the article wasn’t good, because it was.
It’s just that I read the article and then sat there, thinking to myself, "Why the fuck would Rolling Stone run an article like this? It doesn’t fit with their target demographic, which is males 13-32. Hell, I can’t really figure what demographic this article would fit. And what the fuck was the point of the article? That there is a guy who truly has a huge cock and yet instead of it being the greatest thing in the world and bringing him everything he’s ever wanted, the guy still lives with his mom and comes off as a more then just a little creepy?
I can’t begin to imagine how the idea for this article was pitched to the editors.