It’s been a long time since I bought the New Yorker magazine. Probably just as long as the New Yorker magazine had anything in it worth buying. Yesterday’s reveal of next week’s cover cover was quite shocking but not because of Anthony’s wiener – do you see that the newsstand price is now $6.99? Who would even let go of that kind of money for anything for or about him without a phone call from Hillary?
Now that’s indecent.
Looks like Tony And His Big Baloney is history now and all eyes are now on the wonder and glory of Whooma. My favorite piece so far is the Daily News piece about her rich, glowing hair and her chic but effortless personal style:
“She’s a one-two-three girl,” he says. “Shower, comb, lipstick, clothes and out the door.”
They forgot to point out her knack with accessories. Imagine what she can do in basic black.