The New Yorker
We are truly living in a flying circus.
If you don't know how to ride the subway, you just aren't.
The long-form comedy magazine is "like Eustace Tilley after a good slogging."
George Washington is literally face-palming.
WHAT'S HAPPENING
Filmmaker Leah Wolchok delved into The New Yorker cartoon submission process and discovered a peculiar fact.
And TMZ founder Harvey Levin is nervous.
If F. Scott Fitzgerald was alive today and writing, his income would be roughly half a million dollars a year. In his prime writing days, Fitzgerald was pulling in well over ten thousand dollars a year on short stories alone.