New Yorker Cover Stirs Controversy
July 30th, 2008 at 8:47 am
I am outraged by the most recent New Yorker cover.
Gutless savages feasting on innocent animals. Torturing them in boiling water. This is water boarding gone bad! Those poor shellfish. You carnivorous cowards! Gargling on your Pinot Grigio, laughing in selfish oblivion like a bunch of demented beasts in a Ralph Steadman drawing. If only he had visited a clambake instead of the Kentucky Derby! Or a crawfish boil! Fish Fry!
What does the New Yorker think it is with this pretentious, caddy New England humor? Will next week bring a culturally relevant pictorial on the satiric elements of clam chowder? And what, no bibs? The Red Lobster should sue your pants off, New Yorker. This kind of glib image is an insult to all that makes America great. And all that makes greatness American.
But what is really offensive about the most recent New Yorker issue is that for the first time that I’ve noticed, they moved the movie criticism before the book criticism. And this after the Los Angeles Times has pulled its stand-alone book reviews in order to slop them in with the detritus of entertainment and home improvement advice.
Mmmm… I’d eat the SHIT out of some Red Lobster. I hear they have a really good, low fat, no trans fat, crab artichoke dip. Yumm.
They were actually drinking Moet et Chandon. Taken conveniently from their own personal collection, of course.
Yeah, Lena is right. You can see that there is red in the glass. It’s right there, center image.
You’re slipping, dude…
Still, the red wine is really going to overpower the delicate shellfish.
Offensive, on gastronomical terms, if nothing else.