Dear NME,
Please stop posting The Daily Gossip. I wish I knew of a word to describe something that is simultaneously tasteless, uninteresting, and pointless. The Edge and Brad Pitt are apparently BFFs? Natalie Imbruglia's cousin? Quite frankly, who gives a shit? Now, as much as I hope that that item on Amy Winehouse's husband running away with his mistress is fake [it's from The Sun, so probably], that is some gossip that is actually vaguely interesting. Some dude changing his car battery not only does not qualify as gossip, but does not qualify as anything interesting.
Dear Rolling Stone,
Is nothing sacred? Does it mean anything any more to be featured on the cover of your publication? Because I beg of you to defend this:
You have probably the most well-respected pop culture publication in the world, and not to mention probably the most iconic magazine cover in the history of history. You should have known better for all the slack you got for putting Panic at the Disco (then Panic! at the Disco) on your cover.
I know it's a free country, but please, learn some shame.
kthx,
Jackie
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