Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Oh, The '90s. I Sometimes Miss You.

Inspired by this post, which shoved me into the Wayback Machine and locked the door, I am returning serve with the following Rolling Stone cover, one of two Rolling Stone covers that were instrumental in my realization that I would never have biological children. Enjoy!

5 comments:

JA said...

Well what's the other cover, for fuck's sake?

(Also my word verification is "shants." I think we've discovered the word for when someone shits in their pants!)

Joe Reid said...

You wouldn't be interested. (And I've gotta keep some mystery.)

Rinaldo said...

For my generation it wasn't a magazine cover, it was being taken by our parents to see the movie of South Pacific and being hypnotized by the plenteous male flesh on display. (Seriously, I thought it was just me, and then over the years I see article after article admitting to it.)

jessica said...

If my boyfriend still had long hair (one reason I do NOT miss the 90s), this is what he would look like. If he was still in his 20s.

Roommate Mark said...

JOE, holy freaking freakers... I saved this cover for YEARS in high school because it was just... so... beautiful.