There are many, many ways Rolling Stone magazine could have put Dzhokhar Tsarnaev on its cover. It could have chosen a surveillance video still from the bombings, showing a backpacked figure nonchalantly walking through the crowd. There’s the black-and-white shot of Tsarnaev before a patterned wall-hanging: a bleary-eyed malcontent. And the prom picture with its half-lidded gaze, sweet and maybe stoned.
Instead, Rolling Stone went with a selfie. That, in itself, says everything — most of it ill-advised.