This Is The Only Thing I Hate About The New Yorker
UPDATE: David Remnick, Editor-In-Chief of the New Yorker has written me a brief e-mail in response to the video:
Dear Stephen, This is very funny! May you read us for a hundred years more! But you know what I'm going to say: Those advertisements, even the ones printed on aluminum siding, pay our bills and allow us to do what you seem to like to much (and I am grateful for that). As ever, David Remnick
lusty lady?
I like harpers. more lazy and random.
mental floss, maybe, also.
I'm right there with you; I think they should keep all ads tiny and the size of a business card, like those ones for adult fat camp and cat jewelry near the back. Apparently they used to have cologne ads, which is scary because they skew pretty old. I bet you used to pick up a New Yorker, and it would smell like Lou Dobbs.
I once imagined my own personal utopia in which I'd have an assistant to do things like this for me. Maybe go through and black-out the ads on pages I couldn't tear out completely. Who wouldn't pay $50 for a custom ad-free edition of the New Yorker?
Hey - do you win the Mastercard Have-Your-Portrait-Painted-By-Some-Artist contest? Oh no - DID YOU THROW OUT THAT LITTLE MASTERCARD ENVELOPE? NOW YOU'LL NEVER KNOW IF YOU WON!
Well, I don't really mind the ads so much. I don't even really see them - except for that ad for EUROPEAN STYLE BERETS!
Which for some reason catches my eye in every issue.
I just hate it when they print ads on cardboard so that you can't flip through the magazine. Blargh!
And actually, I opened up the mastercard envelope and checked inside. I was not a winner.
i would diving bell the butterfly out of julian schnabel.