My daughter was putting on a play a couple nights ago, and her younger brother was cast as a grownup. (Actually, he was Elvis.) Of course he needed a prop showing he was an adult, and not a kid. So she drew a little New Yorker for him to read.

This is priceless for two reasons. First, the idea that The New Yorker can serve as a signifier of adulthood; second, that Elvis would have read it.

Of course, it shouldn’t come as any surprise after last month’s explanation of radio.

[To the tune of Gary Numan, “Are Friends Electric?,” from the album “Scarred”.]

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