Awww, Paul, I'm so happy to hear you're still holding true to your dream of jumping Michael Stipe's bones.
I used to want to jump Michael Stipe's bones, but then something changed my mind. Among the crap that arrives daily in our mailbox are several magazine subscriptions in my name, none of which I have ever requested or paid for. As a matter of fact, when I moved from Akron to Cleveland, I didn't even call to change my address, and the magazines found me. Among these mags are Ski Magazine (it should be noted here that I can't ski to save my soul), U.S. News and World Report , Jane, the occasional fitness rag, and Interview. Interview Magazine (founded by Andy Warhol) is the worst magazine ever produced. Their idea of a fashion spread is some muscleman standing around in his skivvies with a plush dog sticking out the top of his underpants' waistband. I'm all for a broad definition of what "real" art, but come on.
In any event, Interview invited Michael Stipe to do a fashion shoot for them. The entire spread consisted of heroin-chic, emaciated, androgenous men and women wearing dull colors and looking sullen. The women were absolutely some of the most underweight, unhealthy looking models I have ever seen (which, I think, is kind of a terrifying concept). So I'm still angry with Mike Stipe over that one.
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