I had a revelation about The Rolling Stones today. I've spent my life trashing the Stones, saying that their music was garbage save for the first few snotty R&B LPs and they were overpaid poseurs. In Argentina we would always laugh at the hipster Porteno's monomaniacal devotion to the Stones and the omnipresent "Lips and Tounge" logo. But it occured to me today: if you are a skinny little twat who's only goal in life if to travel the world while emulating black culture, sampling substances without the dying young part and having passionate affairs with the world's most beautiful women, there really could never be a better set of role models.
P.S., file this revelation under "Duh".