Rolling Stone: RIP

Not the band, which died for all intents and purposes around 1986, but the magazine. The current issue has an eye-catching cover story on whether George Bush is the worst president ever. But the only story to rival that in length? "Confessions of Nick Lachey: Surviving The Tabloid Hurricane." Hey, I actually like Lachey and think he's got a good sense of humor. But devoting more than five full pages to the end of his marriage -- along with the coverage in People, InStyle, Star and every other gossip mag in America -- is just sad for Rolling Stone. But then, their new publisher just came from Maxim, so why should I be surprised?