I’m surprised this didn’t happen sooner. Hollywood’s hottest It Girl of the moment, “Jennifer’s Body” badass, Megan Fox, is on the cover of the music/pop-culture rag. In the photos she looks gorg as always, keeping her toe thumbs conveniently out of every shot. So what is Miss Fox’s theory on why she has “bewitched” Hollywood? “A powerful, confident vagina ... Men are scared of vaginas.” Where do I get one of those? One more pic, after the jump ... [Oh No They Didn’t!]

In late 1980, hours before he was shot and killed, John Lennon posed with wife Yoko Ono for legendary photographer Annie Leibovitz. Lennon was naked and curled around his wife. After the Beatles star died, the image became an iconic Rolling Stone cover. Now, nearly 30 years later, their son, Sean Lennon, and his model-girlfriend Kemp Muhl recreated the infamous shot with provocative photographer Terry Richardson for the fall issue of Purple magazine. This time, Sean lies fully clothed as a nude Muhl spoons him. What do you think: beautiful homage or twisted facsimile? [Flavorwire]

Adam Lambert is making losing “American Idol” look so, so good. Not only did he just ink a deal with RCA Records, which plans to unleash his first album early next fall. But he also scored a spot on this week’s cover of Rolling Stone looking super glamtastic. He has a neon green snake on his leg that is inches away from his crotch, eying it like a sex-crazed maniac. (Oh man, that snake is getting more action than I am.) In his interview, Adam says that (shocker) he is gay. He waited until this interview to come out because he though it would be cooler to unleash the secret to Rolling Stone rather than to some local newspaper. Adam said a “psychedelic experience” while experimenting with “certain fungeses” that made him realize “Idol” was his chance for fame. After the jump, the choicest quotes from the interview.  [Rolling Stone]

The Aussie model, who’s dating Orlando Bloom, goes buck naked for the Green Issue of Rolling Stone.

Speaking of leztastic publicity stunts—“Gossip Girl”‘s Blake Lively and Leighton Meester are on the cover of the new issue of Rolling Stone, sensually sharing an ice cream cone. Inside the magazine they also double-team a Twizzler and Meester gives her best blow job face (the rest of the cast is photographed as well). Obvi, photographer Terry Richardson’s intent was to be racy and suggestive and SCANDALOUS, but I can’t help but find it cheap and annoying. After all, if anyone was going to go gay, it would be Chuck and Nate, duh.

In Rolling Stone‘s cover story on Britney Spears (on newsstands today), the singer describes some recent dates she’s been on, all “supervised” by her assistant. While none of the dates have been successful, it goes without saying that post-Federline and post-breakdown, Papa Spears is keep a very close eye on who his daughter hangs out with. While some say Britney still holds a candle for Adnan Ghalib, we think she should drop that trash and, when she’s ready, find herself a man who’s not going to use her. Who knows what her mom and dad will approve of—they don’t seem to want too many people to get close to Britney and her millions—but we have some suggestions that could totally work.

Reporter Jenny Eliscu says of her time with the pop star: “We were never left alone together, and my questions had to be submitted ahead of time for approval.” So is Britney all better now? What was wrong with her to begin with? And how does Britney really feel about her parents having control of her life again? We cannot wait to find out. [USA Today]

The current issue of Rolling Stone features the Hotness Award-nominated band the Jonas Brothers. I was a nanny for an 8-year old not too long ago and while she introduced me to the magical world of Miley Cyrus, I have never been able to like the Jonas Brothers because she sang that song “Year 3000” at the top of her lungs 24/7 and let me tell you, it was annoying. But I did learn something new from reading RS’ profile of the hugely, insanely, mega popular band. According to Dr. Louannn Brizendine, author of The Female Brain:

“There’s a thing in biology we call synchrony. Basically, one girl affects another affects another, and it becomes a domino effect building up to that level of hysteria. They are getting all these brain hits of dopamine, and also oxytocin, which is a love-and-bonding hormone. Teenage girls have so much estrogen, which just catapults the level of dopamine and oxytocin in the brain, creating this sort of ecstatic rush in themselves and others. It truly is a state of ecstatic love.”

That explains the masses of crying teens whose fingers graze against Nick Jonas’ arm or the hoards of fans who welcomed the Beatles to America in 1964. It also explains why I contemplated suicide when I didn’t get Pearl Jam tickets in 1992 (my dad eventually forked over money to a scalper and saved my life). So, if the statement above is true, who had that ecstatic power over your teenage heart?

“You’ve got to be hungry. If your wife went out with Brad Pitt, you’d want to prove yourself, you know what I mean?”—Chris Martin in Rolling Stone

Sure, Rolling Stone is supposed to be a music magazine, but who cares? So. Excited. To. Read. This. Article. [Us Weekly]

“Britney Spears: An America Tragedy” is the cover story in the upcoming issue of Rolling Stone, out on Friday, and one of the most interesting tidbits from the article asserts that Spears apparently did have a boob job in her teens—but then had the implants removed when her natural assets grew on their own. But it’s this blind item that literally has us dying to get the issue into our grubby little paws. From The Daily News’ “Gatecrasher” column:

“What Justin Timberlake/Britney Spears story is too vulgar even to make it as a Gatecrasher blind item?”

So salacious! Friday can’t get here fast enough! [Note: I forgot how totally awesome Brit and JT’s coordinated outfits were!] [NY Daily News]

Like, duh, of course Johnny Depp is a “Hot Piece of Ass”—hardly a newsflash. However, it’s this cover of the new issue of Rolling Stone that’s giving us heart palpatations—a shirtless Johnny, looking just as hot as the first day he walked on the set of 21 Jump Street. The star of the amazing movie musical Sweeney Todd tells the magazine all about slicing people up,  learning to sing, and blah, blah, blah, who freaking cares? All we know is that the man has exposed his beautiful tanned flesh (FYI, that tat is his daughter Lily Rose’s name) and we desperately need some alone time. [Rolling Stone]