Justin Bieber… hot? So not. Poor, sad grandpappy Rolling Stone… waving its arms with desperation for an iota of attention. And how ironic that alongside its icky Bieber fever cover, the one-time music journal of record offers stories on dinosaurs Bruce Springsteen and Steven Tyler?
Seeing Rolling Stone vying to be Tiger Beat reminds me of the once credible Billboard magazine offering its annual survey of “Hottest Beach Bodies.” How the mighty have fallen. *