I have always wanted to be the “kind of adult who reads The New Yorker”. I’ve signed up for and canceled the subscription multiple times over a decade, feeling guilty as the unread magazines stack up on my coffee table.
But here I am, in my mid-30s, actually reading the long-form articles because I’ve replaced scrolling with reading about The Knot scamming bridal businesses and deep sea treasure hunting. It’s no stretch to say I get a lot of my information and quest for curiosity from reading this mag in digital form. And if you don’t want to splurge for a subscription, you can access the magazine digitally through your library and the Libby app. Join me in living out your aspirations!