The following letter by Maya Price was written to Rolling Stone after their ‘Women in Rock’ issue was published, but was not printed by their editors. It was put on the singer’s official website though.
I tried to find some cleverly worded way to express my disgust with your
“Women in Rock” issue, but what i have to say is really quite simple: You
guys are completely retarded.
By RS standards, Rock is no longer a style of music but a trendy costume
to be whipped up by expensive stylists and slapped onto the latest pop
tart barbie doll. Give a girl some tight pants and a spiky bracelet and
POOF! She ROCKS!
Your poor choice of cover girls and featured artists brings to mind
the Sports Illustrated swimsuit editions. There is nothing necessarily
wrong with the breast-baring models inside..but we all understand that
they have NOTHING TO DO WITH SPORTS–Which just might be offensive to women
who are interested in sports or who might even be (gasp) real athletes.
Yes, Britney has a talented stylist and yes, somebody gave Shakira a
Guns & Roses t-shirt to wear..but they ARE NOT NOW NOR WILL THEY EVER
Maybe it’s naive of me to expect any glimmer of rock’n’roll credibility
OR respect for women from a magazine whose cover shot is regularly a naked
underweight actress. The thing is , I AM a woman musician with a rock band,
and as we all are I am STARVED for any little crumb of recognition that
real women rockers might be thrown. So like a sucker I find myself short
another five bucks ..and pissed enough to write my first letter to an editor.
Avril Lavigne gets some studded accessories from Hot Topic so now she’s
“upholding the brazen tradition of teenage outrage”???!! Are you SERIOUS?
And could someone please explain to me why people keep insisting on referring
to PINK as rock? Wasn’t she doing the white girl hip hop thing a minute
ago? Yeah, she performed on the Aerosmith tribute show –big deal..she
was on the Janet Jackson tribute show just before that–Whatever’s trendy.
WHO CARES. She’s a Spice Girl reject…but I digress.
Jewel and Mandy friggin’ Moore have full page features as Rock Icons…Meanwhile
Joan Jett gets one line. ONE LINE. Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, who
have never stopped touring, recently did 10 days in the Middle East playing
for the troops stationed in Afghanistan. In AFGHANISTAN, Joan would come
onstage wearing a birkha, which she ripped off and stomped on before blazing
through the purest and nastiest rock show ANYWHERE. But even in the RS
WOMEN IN ROCK issue, a story like that gets ONE SENTENCE on the bottom
of the last page of Random Notes.
Britney’s Rock credentials? Well, she butchers the song “I Love Rock’n’Roll”
on her latest record, and when asked about it the genius replies “Well,
I’ve always loved Pat Benatar.” And SHE is your Rock issue cover girl??
You should be REALLY embarrassed.
Sleater Kinney was the only rock group listed on the cover..and they
got only half a page. Ashanti, the r&b back up singer who can’t seem
to do anything without “featuring Jah Rule,” has two pages.
What about the Donnas? The Yeah Yeah Yeahs? The Distillers? A mag like
RS has the power to shine important light on groups like these–instead
they are afterthoughts, and that valuable spotlight is wasted on the same
overexposed pop princesses WHO HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH ROCK.
In your own letter from the editor you have the hypocritical balls to
say “rock radio won’t touch female artists, while the pop factory keeps
churning out soundalike clones, and ambitious musicians with something
to say find themselves left out in the cold.”
The pages that follow those words are a blatant display that Rolling
Stone magazine is happily working for the factory now too.
If the issue had been called “Women in Music”..or maybe “Some Cute Girls
with Top 10 Records out Right Now”..I would have no beef with it. Corny
as it may sound, ROCK is something which is still meaningful and even sacred
to some of us. Use the word “rock” in bold letters next to a picture of
Britney Fu**ing Spears, and you’re turning your whole publication into
a joke…and an offensive joke at that.