I hate The New Yorker. It’s so poorly organized. Instead of placing a few photos of West Virginia in the article on heroin epidemic in the state, the magazine put some dumb, entirely unrelated (and frankly offensive in this context) cartoons.
“This woman’s young daughter died of a heroin overdose. Oh, by the way, here’s a funny cartoon about pastry chefs. So, about those drug addicts. Oh, and before I forget, here is a cartoon on reality TV. OK, back to those addicts.”
The image of the perfect reader they promote is a smug, consumerist scatterbrain who sees West Virginia addicts as entertainment.
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How could a magazine with this at its logo not be crappy?
By the way, thanks for the link to the G. Bruce Boyer article in your link encyclopedia post. Hadn’t read that one. I’m a big admirer of his writing on menswear, and to me he’s the platonic ideal of effortless elegance.
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Good point. I’m sitting here almost in tears because I feel so badly for the children of addicts, and they go and interrupt all that with a joke about pastry chefs. Freaks.
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Glad I’m not the only one who was annoyed! Maybe it’s meant to distract you from the poor quality of their journalism.
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So, Bernie’s a big Corbyn fan it looks like
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