Nude on the cover of the Rolling Stone

You know, the teenage-centric, pop culture web has gotten so silly that it's satire waiting to be parodied. To wit, "Saturday Night Live" news comedian Tina Fey has slammed Rolling Stone's latest naked cover girl, the uber-randy Christina Aguilera, with ease. Some time ago, she cracked:

"A female version of Viagra is expected to be released next year with the promise of giving women faster arousal and better orgasms. The pill is so strong, doctors warn the increased speed of arousal might cause Christina Aguilera's vagina to time travel." continue

Christina Aguilera nude on the cover of the Rolling Stone

And more recently: "In entertainment news, has anybody seen that new Christina Aguilera video? I think it gave my TV genital warts."

Warts and all, Aguilera is front and center on Rolling Stone this month, nude with a few fingers on one breast and a guitar neck on the other one. The headline: "Inside the Dirty Mind of a Pop Princess." "Dirrty" just happens to be the name of Aguilera's new single.

The Rolling Stone profile on Aguilera runs 28 paragraphs before any discussion of music comes up. Those first 28 paragraphs detail Aguilera's habit of breaking glasses to relieve stress, her penchant for nudity and her public image as being dirty.

I don't really mind Aguilera. I think of her as an immature stripper with a strong voice. Her new album, "Stripped," is both good and a bit cheesy. But how bad has Rolling Stone become that this historic and prime "music" magazine continues to focus on music only so deep as Aguilera's pores?

Bobcat Goldthwait once joked that Rolling Stone used to stand for rebellion, but that now it's, like: Hey look, a new CD ad! Bobcat made that joke in 1987. In the 15 years since, Rolling Stone has been turned into a Teen People for 13-year-olds and for those Peter Pan adults who actually think it's cool to buy Rolling Stone because Britney Spears is on the cover for the fifth or sixth time in two years.

If you want, hold your breath for a return to quality, but the magazine editorship was just taken over by a guy from Maxim, which is a fun-silly read itself, but how many lad magazines do we need on the shelf? Rolling Stone's new take on content offers little promo blurbs everywhere. And its main thrust remains a tradition: To promote musicians who are on music labels that buy ads in Rolling Stone. Some rebellion.

from Las Vegas Review-Journal