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The February 18 issue of Rolling Stone featured, once again, Lil Wayne. If you weren't here for my last rant about RS magazine, let me brief you.
I have a love/hate relationship with RS when they feature people I admire on the cover. I always look forward to reading the story, but then those pretentious journalists have to write all the nasty truth about drugs and sex and then I get pissed, curl up in a ball, and eat Girl Scout thin mints by the roll (ok, so now you discovered my Saturday night plans).
The issue before Lil Wayne was my beloved John Mayer (see you in 7 days, 4th row, seat 4. Coincidence? I think not. Call me!). You see, the story was great, the cover photo was H-O-T, but then RS just haaaaad to crap all over my dreams and remind me that, indeed, John Mayer might be a douche (I date douches. Call me).
Such was the problem about the Lil Wayne cover feature. The article, "Lil Wayne Goes to Jail: up all night with hip-hop's unstoppable machine as he prepares to spend the next year behind bars," shocked me the most to find out Wayne has like 10 kids all from different baby mama. WTF, RS?! Now you try to tell me that Lil Weezy is a skeezy?! Dammit, RS, who do you expect me to date and grow old with if you keep outing the great men of the world?
Now would be a good place to mention that when RS featured the lovely and talented Amy Winehouse on the cover two years ago, I nearly cried when they said she did drugs. So maybe the problem isn't RS, it's the fact that I'm naive and forget that other people may be careless about drugs and sex and I have a judgment problem.
If RS featured me on the cover, what would the story say? I don't have to think twice before knowing it would say men fall at my feet begging to spend time with me. My Saturday nights are full of martinis and piano bars. My writing? Superb. Novel? Best-seller.
Okay, really. It would say I suck at Scrabble even though I'm an editor. That I spend my money on concerts instead of traveling the world. I know lots about wine, but less about coffee. I dated more in high school, and I collect cocktail rings that my leasing agent thinks are real diamonds.
Would RS put a little spice into my life, or would they reveal the ugly truth? Food for thought.
Back to the issue—the Weezy article talked alot about how Wayne's camp is going to make it seem like he's not in jail by releasing work he did the days before he went in, thank the good Lord. Of course, the issue of drugs and the styrofoam cup was brought up:
"When I ask about other drugs, he says, 'I smoke weed all day.' When I ask him if he's an addict, he says, 'I'm a very successful addict. And a very smart one. And a very charismatic one. And one that just won four Grammys, and one that, sold a million records in a week. One that still appears on everybody's songs, one that still sounds better than any rapper rapping. One that has four kids and is the greatest father ever to the kids,' He laughs. 'What am I addicted to, being great?'"
When I ask you, Chris Norris, writer, didn't j-school ever teach you not to put yourself in a story that clearly isn't about you? And never to put things like, "when asked about..."?
Even I know better than that. However, after reading tens and twenties of RS articles, it seems they just love for their writers to do so.
Dear RS, please see my resume at www.wittywriter7.com/ As you will find, I've years of writing experience behind me. While I would love to write for your publication, I will not, under any circumstances, put myself in a story that isn't headlined "Holly-lujah: Latest Pulitzer Prize winner reveals all."
