That’s right, bitches. Because our mom is actually Jann Wenner* and because we bribed* every writer we could think of, The Playlist is in the pages of Rolling Stone magazine.
First person to say we actually Photoshopped the small, modest little piece running in this week’s issue [ed. doood, Eddie!] gets two free front row tickets with popcorn to Uranus.
We’re pretty sure this is going to skyrocket our readers to around the three dozen mark. Can’t wait. Whether we “broke” anything RS claims we did, well, to “break news” over the internet is kind of relative, ain’t it? [esp when some mags still refuse to put their scoops online]. But whatevs, we cured cancer too. Didja hear?
The Playlist would like to thank the academy and all the readers that refrain from posting in our comments section because they realize we’d electrify you at the drop of a hat for posting the slighest inane comment given even half the chance. We might even ask out Emily Gould later this week, stay tuned.
Kisses,
RP/Pgheylist
[*ed. patently untrue]
Oh, we curate a Soundtrack series mixtape thingy that some of you kids dig too.
PS. It’s “The Playlist,” not “Playlist” singular (gross).
