Monday, March 7, 2011

In defence of Snooki


So Snooki; the little orange one in leopard print on the Jersey Shore, is featured on the latest issue of The Rolling Stone. Apparently this is controversial, so in the same vain as Chris’ post entitled In defence of Mr West, it’s now my turn to stick up for a rich celebrity.

I keep coming across articles on the net complaining about how this is the “end of days” and people outraged that you used to have to be a musician to get on the front cover of the mag.

“Oh dude, Rolling Stone was totally all about the music man, you had to really achieve something to get on the cover” – Rolling Stone reader, which I may have completely fabricated.

There were amazing covers such as these ones...



But really? In 2011 you’re getting all your music news and trends from Rolling Stone, possibly the most inane piece of pop culture slop going around?

Sure it used to be pretty awesome, and I still don’t mind some of the feature articles that sneak in that aren’t about music but other than that it’s turned into a tabloid piece of shit that might as well be Hello! Magazine. What’s that? Pink had a birthday party and she’s blowing out some candles while making the sign of the horns? And an article about how Lady Gaga is being completely unique and not ripping of Madonna, Grace Jones or every single Eurovision contest? Aweeesoommee!

While I understand the decline in sales within print media and how they probably feel to move units they have to go with what it is popular, the downfall of this is it’s basically turned into a trend and chart based bullshit which now features artists like this:




With these shithouse bands and reality stars on the front cover, no one can complain about the calibre or lack thereof, just start buying better magazines and shut your face holes. Snooki is more entertaining than 90% of those people.

Say what you will, I like Jersey Shore and Snooki, and watch it without any irony. I probably watch it for the same reason I like watching UFC. I like seeing oiled up beefcakes fighting.

In related news; I’d totally bone hipster Vinny.



DTF baby.

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