THE GREATEST BIRTHDAY GIFT I EVER GOT WAS...PRINT JOURNALISM?
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For my birthday this year, my mom and dad got me a print/digital subscription to the New Yorker. Over the last few years I have often stopped by the New Yorker subscription page to see whether the price has come down. But it never does, and I always end up concluding that theater tickets are both a more essential need and maybe more in keeping with where I’m at in my life. To me, the New Yorker seems like the kind of thing you read on a Saturday morning while you look out over Central Park from your breakfast nook high above Manhattan, the steam pouring out over the rim of your beautiful blue cup of tea. Not the kind of thing you read spooning oatmeal from a cup while outside someone screams about how Oprah is responsible for inflation.
Also, print? In 2024? Really? What’s next, hand crank telephones? Leaving your baby in the car? Throwing your trash out the window?
When the first issue came, I was immediately reminded of something else…
JESUIT HOARDERS I HAVEN KNOWN AND LOVED
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