“Rolling Stone” Compares “Hawk Tuah Girl” to Dolly Parton

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You’re about a week too late yesterday to try and make clickbait hay off the “Hawk Tuah Girl,” but that didn’t stop Rolling Stone from publishing an embarrassing piece of journalistic fellatio late last week that unironically called her, and I quote, “The national treasure we all need” on their way to proclaiming her “Gen Z’s Dolly Parton.”

Sorry Megan Moroney, Lainey Wilson, Carly Pearce, and Sierra Ferrell (though the latter are more Millennials, but whatever). You’ve been officially leap frogged by a chick with a blowjob joke whose expiration date on fame has come and gone.



The article starts off with the extremely cliché and stereotypical slice-of-life observance that all these fawning profiles do.

“It’s a sweltering July morning in Nashville and Haliey Welch (a.k.a. Hawk Tuah Girl) has just ordered her first ever café Cubano. Sitting in a booth at a nearly empty Pinewood Social, a usually bustling tourist hotspot overlooking the Cumberland River, she takes a sip of the sugary concoction and makes an exaggerated expression of delight…”

Seriously, just stop with this boiler plate puff piece dreck. Any time you see this kind of opening on a piece of “journalism,” you can be assured that what happens next is the interviewer sticks their tongue square up the subject’s ass, which is the price they pay for the “exclusive” access to the subject. And of course, this is exactly what ensues.

The article continues,

“Written out, Welch’s answer reads raunchy and crass, but the way she delivers it in the clip ripples with innocence. Here was a giggling, smiling, fresh-faced farm girl describing oral sex without a hint of sexuality, in the same aw-shucks manner that a certain beloved country music legend makes jokes about her boobs. While she may not sing or write songs, the ‘Hawk Tuah Girl,’ as she’s come to be known, exudes the charm and magnetism of a Gen Z Dolly Parton.”

Not only is this comparison ludicrous, this whole characterization is all part of the male gaze that you would think the folks at Rolling Stone would be above. Forget scrutiny, where is even the objectivity? Rolling Stone used to be the publication that called this kind of stuff out.

But unfortunately, the once mighty countercultural publication has now become an institutional piledriver for the cultural and political binary, every day choosing someone to laud to an embarrassing degree like the “Hawk Tuah Girl,” while breathlessly smearing someone else in an attempted cancellation, casting heroes and villains capriciously to feed the corporate media property’s voracious coffers with advertising revenue as our country circles the drain due to polarization.

They even include a tidbit about, “After breakfast, [Hawk Tuah Girl] and Bradford are going to PetSmart to buy supplies to donate to the local pound.” Well there it is. Maybe she is the one that should replace Joe Biden as the Democrat candidate for President of the United States. This same type of cringe obsequiousness was also brought to bear in a recent profile of Sturgill Simpson in GQ.

The good news is that unless these profiles are in People Magazine, they tend to earn the profile subjects and the outlets themselves more haters than lovers, which is exactly what happened for Rolling Stone, which among other things, seems to be completely lacking in self-awareness. The comments sections under links to the “Hawk Tuah” profile from Rolling Stone‘s own readers were brutal towards the publication.

Sure, you run the risk of spending too much of your own attention worrying about such detritus, superfluous media crap. But this example was so egregious and cuts across the country music world enough to where someone needed to “Hawk Tuah” right in the face of this Rolling Stone article.

Be better.

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