Yesterday, several reputable websites broke the news that Pete Doherty and Kate Moss were having a baby together, making lots of easy gags about how their baby will be all smacked up, or hot, or whatever.
Idolator was not one of these reputable sites.
In fact, after more than a month of us doing this monkeywork, we’ve squeezed out only a handful of passing references to the Libertines singer, and here’s why: Even though he’s a go-to tabloid presence, an effort-free punchline, and a possible traffic booster, we could not give two shits about Doherty. Five shits? Maybe. But definitely not two. We just don’t understand why people continue to be fascinated about a guy whose greatest cultural contributions consist of writing a half-dozen decent Jam rip-offs and revitalizing the porkpie hat.
The “Hey, let’s laugh at the junkies” joke? Two years old. The death-pools? Three years old. The maybe-his-music-gets-better-and-this-insane-amount-of-coverage-is-retroactively-justified optimism? Dead.
We’re not trying to get on our high horse here (OMG–”high horse!” The RS Blog would love that line! OMG-”Line”!)–we’re not The Economist, and Lord knows we’re willing to dedicate plenty of resources to asinine pursuits. But let’s just find a new zinger target, please? This thing is about as fresh as a “Homey don’t play that!” screen saver.