Even though I’m a native of Washington, D.C., which I love, I know The Truth: New York City is the coolest place in the world. And The New Yorker magazine, now in its 64th year, is The Program you should pick up for the show, even if you do have to pay for it. An instruction manual for the Hip-eoisie, it’s still funny–but only if you’re haughty-cool. Or WAC?‘s astral twin Scott Greenfield. See at Simple Justice his “New Yorker: Only for Really Cool People“.
