How I used to wait for my issue of Rolling Stone magazine to land on the front porch of the house I grew up in! It was my first magazine subscription, and one issue, circa 1990 or so, had a GORGEOUS Cindy Crawford gracing the cover. When journalists, pundits, broadcasters, etc., refer to the Boston bomber as gracing the cover they are woefully mistaken. There is no grace there. He is simply ON the cover. And it's the final nail in the coffin of a once-great magazine, peerless and fearless. Putting this terrorist on the cover is not an indication of the latter; it's an act of desperation.
Back to Cindy Crawford. As ecstatic as I was to see that particular issue, even that cover had me perplexed. She wasn't a musician. She wasn't an actress. Why did they put her on "the cover of the Rolling Stone" (kudos to Dr. Hook)? Of course, I didn't bemoan that decision for long; Crawford's a media sweetheart, was host of a popular series on MTV at the time, and certainly never hurt a soul.
My favorite cover of Rolling Stone magazine is a toss-up. It's Jennifer Love-Hewitt versus Jennifer Aniston, circa "Friends." Even though I will never buy the magazine again, what's yours?