Rolling Stone's Totally Gross Leighton Meester and Blake Lively Cover
Really? Really?
Rolling Stone are not known for their tasteful depiction of female musicians or starlets. Typically, if you pick up a copy of RS and a woman is on the cover, she will either:
a.) Be dressed up to look as Lolita-ish as possible.
b.) Be naked save for a pair of hands for a bra.
c.) Be naked except for body paint.
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Those are really your only options. But with their Gossip Girl spread of the lovely Leighton Meester and Blake Lively, they sink to the other favorite cliche they dabble in from time-to-time: bi-curious BFFs.
You know, this one falls right about where "Girls having a PJ party in only t-shirts and undies after grade school," does in the whole awful lexicon of creative license.
In the photo array, the girls frolick with a very messy ice cream cone, Lady and the Tramp-up a Twizzler, and generally get freaky with the oral-affixation depictions. Which is all well and good, but I thought we had moved past this place in media. Considering that they squash the Ed Westwick/Chace Crawford gay rumors with a single quote from Westwick ("I would die for [Crawford]. He's my brother. But, by God, we are so into our f'ing women, it's ridiculous."), but then managed to give us ladies nothing to look at but Lively and Meester all but making out is sort of tired.
Boo to you, Rolling Stone. Boo to you.
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