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”.]