Rolling Stone magazine

Okay, I admit, I bought this issue of Rolling Stone magazine to stare at her cans:

This was at a time when music videos and art were a real thing. The photos were taken by Mark Seliger. A man who I looked up to in terms of the images he took. At a certain point, I attempted to contact him and learn to no avail. A lot of these guys lived in New York.

Now the magazine is in trouble, or at least trying not to get in trouble:

Jann Wenner -- who started Rolling Stone in 1967 as a hippie student in Berkeley, California and now runs it with his son Gus -- told The New York Times that the future looked tough for a family-run publisher.

"There's a level of ambition that we can't achieve alone," Gus Wenner told the newspaper in an interview published late Sunday.

"So we are being proactive and want to get ahead of the curve," he said.

When they turned political and did exposes about Leftist ideas, they lost a ton of readers. Because it's boring. When you look at RS circa 2001, you wanted sexy. Hating Trump isn't sexy. It makes vaginas dry the fuck up. And a boner crusher. Rolling Stone mag was about sex, drugs and rock and roll. These political articles piss people off. Also...when you become politically correct, you ruin the reckless fun of being young, drunk and a rock star. Instead, you falsely reported a University of Virginia rape that never happened.

I don't know if they can survive this society. They should be blasting their readership for not supporting them.