First, let me say that I believe this is the first time I’ve ever mentioned this little orange fire hydrant (that spews alcohol fumes out her bum–as cleverly depicted by RS photographer, Mark Seliger) on Dipped in Cream, and I’m sorry that I’m having to now. Forgive me, Readers, for I have sinned.
This is bloody ridiculous. I’ve subscribed to Rolling Stone since I was 17 years old. (I recently let my subscription lapse, thank the Lord.) It was my understanding the magazine’s focus was mainly music. Understandably, film and the occasional television show star would be featured…but THIS mess? A drunken reality personality who was probably at the height of her popularity two years ago?
Help me out here.