Even Grand Theft Auto is filled with missions. Every once in a while you just want to throw caution to the wind, suit up, and go on a rampage. VICE Magazine is like that except their vehicle is a magazine (online and print), their weapons are words, and the ammunition vacillates between irony and humor.
It may be an interview, a piece of art (Happy Thanksgiving from O.J. Simpson), an enormous set of boobs, or the latest fashion faux-pas but VICE presents everything in a way that remains sardonic and irreverent.
Sure, there’s an underlying agenda at times, but what fun would the Internet be without an agenda? VICE may talk about political and social topics, but they do it in the same manner that Vick Mackey interrogates a suspect. Yeah, it may be overt, but you can’t help but feel like there’s an underlying message. With VICE the end justifies the means. Especially when that means scantily clad women.
