I'm so glad you mentioned the New Yorker guilt thing. If it came out monthly, I'd probably subscribe again.

Bad link, darlin'.

Now we can all feel (somewhat) guilty that we are not reading the NYer's Twitter page! Yay!

Wait - I've been missing so much! I am still trying to finish all those Elizabeth Drew pieces from the 80's.

That's nothing...you should see the X Tube updates I get from Good Housekeeping.

i carry mine around with me, but feel like a dick if i take it out at a bar to read.

As far as texting goes, they're no Kwame Kilpatrick.

@NinaHagen: I lost it somewhere in the middle of a John McPhee piece about watching rock erode in real time.

@Tammany_Fall: Thanks doll! I fix'd it.

@lawyergay: Jell-O?!? i Can't find 'em.

@mitchel_stevens: And well you should!

My completely vapid roommate had a subscription to the NYer to make her look smarter for the boys. Sadly, it worked.

@katekate: Wait, since when do boys want you to be smarter? I always brought out the NYer a few days before I started talking about "space." (And usually they were like, "Um, did you still think we were dating?" but, well, nevermind.)

While we're being all confessional, has anyone else here tried to convince yourself you could count an issue as "read" if you made it through Talk of the Town, Shouts & Murmurs, and anything by Sedaris?

"Where'd the pile of New Yorkers go?"

"Oh those? I finished them."

"What, in one afternoon?"

"I'm a fast reader stop looking at me go away."

I hope they follow my Twitter or I'll cancel my subscription.

@Zorica: I guess the kind of dudes she wanted, yeah. It was puzzling, and she was constantly asking me the meanings of words like "the" and "shoe" and "boat" whenever she was reading.

Oh, god, thank you for saying that. I've got a stack literally a foot* high next to my nighttable. And I pay overseas subscription rates. I should know better.

*33.33 centimeters.

@Zorica:
....stop reading my mind.

@katekate:
but i just want to read multi-page essays on dead cardinal's daughters and their lengthy diatribes! while drinking! in public!

Pfft...sellouts.

@katekate: I had a roommate who worked in Hair and Makeup on Broadway. She went out on tour with a show, and she had to write the name of the show on all of her travel cases. Which is how I had the experience of hearing her call from the next room, "Hey Zorica, how do you spell "Cats?" To be fair I think she had undiagnosed dyslexia. I resisted the urge to spell "Unitard Freakshow" and helped her, but later I saw at least one box that had CTAS printed on it.