On this date in 1925, The New Yorker published its first issue. I don’t know that I’ve ever bought an issue, but I have read some of the stuff that has been made available to me gratis. Most of the stuff I don’t really understand and the stuff I do understand I find to be pretentious. At least I think it’s pretentious if I actually do understand it. I guess it’s not really targeted to the likes of me. I was once reading out loud in an AP History class in high school that was probably over my head and pronounced the word “Hitherto” as “High-There-Toe.” All those bastards who laughed at me are probably chuckling at a New Yorker cartoon right now.
Author’s Note: I misspelled pretentious in two different fashions while drafting this piece. Look for a Mnemonic Spelling to come!