I Love the New Yorker

This year I became a subscriber to the New Yorker. I became a fan when I started buying it for something to read on the train. I like it for its content, of course, but a big side benefit is that you feel smart for reading it and look smart for holding it.

C'mon, you've seen people reading a magazine in public. What does someone reading Cosmo say to you? Maxim? Mini Truckin' Magazine? Compare that to seeing someone engrossed in an article in the New Yorker. That's the person you'd choose to be your accountant, isn't it?