...but for other reasons now. We here at Room for Snark have a wee little bone to pick with you, America. J wants to know how old the underage pig-nosed one (fine, Taylor) is. B says about 17. Yet he's posing on the cover of Rolling Stone with a wet t-shirt? Isn't he still a minor? We say yes.
Anyone else see a problem with this?
America (and yes, we're still referring to the big undivided united one here - all 380 million of you) threw a shit-fit when little tiny minor Miley Cyrus was wrapped up in an Annie Leibovitz-approved bedsheet but have no problem objectifying a 17-year-old boy who's in the equivalent of a wet t-shirt contest on the cover of another magazine.
Double standards for post-Thanksgiving dessert, anyone?