When my older sister, Quindreth Ponante-Kerkove, received this Rolling Stone in the mail, our parents popped an aneurysm. I can still hear their indignant screams as they packed her off to have her baby far away from our parish.
“No wonder you got pregnant, getting magazines like that,” they said.
“RS 440” has become shorthand for inappropriate associations; it wasn’t Billy Idol on the cover of Rolling Stone that got her in a family way, it was the fact that she had loose morals.
Every time I see that sneer on Page Morgan I think of my bastard nephews.
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