Dear Rolling Stone: Thank you for putting my Idol on the cover and reaffirming my conviction that I couldn’t care less whether Adam’s sexual proclivities lean towards men, women or reticulated giraffes. This hetero, Christian, married, carpool-driving mom voted for him til my Go-Phone melted, and I’ve been unable to take my eyes off this amazing chameleon since his very first Idol audition. He’s relevant, red-hot, and right-now. His stage presence grabs you by the throat and wrestles you to the ground (“Whole Lotta Love,” anyone?), his vocals are astonishing, and off-camera he seems to be one of the all-around nicest, most humble and sincere people walking around on the planet. How amazing that such a cheesy TV show accidentally stumbled upon an unknown megatalent. Has there ever been anybody like this? He’s worked hard and waited years for the chance to take the world by storm, and I feel ridiculously proud of him. I wasn’t born yet when the Beatles landed in America. I was only a little kid when Elvis died. Thank God I’m living in the heyday of Adam Lambert