GQ blew it

I'm a cover-to-cover magazine reader. Rarely does the content of one of my selected magazines cause me to adversely judge its credibility.

And I subscribe to many periodicals. I just counted 12 of them off the top of my head, but it could be more.

In the latest issue, however, GQ blew it.

I don't read every word of every issue. But I do go in linear order, the way the publishers meant for us to read their works. Start at the front, work to the back. I enjoy processes and systems.

Sometimes a magazine takes a while to complete, as I don't usually read a complete one in a single sitting. I always use a subscription card as my book marker. If the issue has no subscription card, I dog ear the page to make my progress.

I received the latest issue of GQ a few days ago, and was working my way through the middle this morning during my ham and eggs. It's one of those year-end recap issues. I'm always interested at what songs, albums, movies, and cultural events each magazine deems "best" and "worst."

Page 226, of their eight songs on "The Hit List - the best party-starting singles of the year," was M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes" (good choice), followed by Gym Class Heroes' "Cupid's Chokehold" (um...are you kidding? That's my vote for irritating song of the year).

On their list of "The Disappointments - surprisingly middling albums by perennial favorites" was Wilco's "Sky Blue Sky."

Nope. No way. Absolutely not. Wrong.

This was absolutely one of my favorite and most-played albums of the year.

Upon reading this page, the remainder of their issue became irrelevant to me. Page 226 was the final one I read. I put it into the recycling bin immediately, with half of the content unread.