I got my December 17 issue of The New Yorker in the mail today, and because I was already in a crappy mood, I checked the table of contents:
ONE woman
Out of 16 writers.
For the record, it’s Nancy Franklin, their regular (and excellent) T.V. reviewer.
The drawings aren’t much better—though there are a few names that are initials, so I can’t tell. So, assuming all the initials are women, we’ve got 16 drawings with 2 maybe-women. (And the cover is by a man.)
Week after week after week…how can this possibly be coincidental?
