Which of these covers doesn’t belong? During a week when bottom feeding media coverage was the norm, we look to the highbrow outlets provide relief, right? Not so much.
Instead, we saw the New York Times congratulated for being “way out in front” of governor pay-per-tryst the instant they linked “Kristen’s” (now) well traveled myspace page. And when paparazzi shots of Britney showed up on the front of thoughtful, 150 year old Atlantic Monthly, I was convinced the apocalypse had come. I mean, sure, they’ve got a different spin (exploring how the photographers work is their excuse for posting salacious shots), but do you buy it? Wanna know how Luiz Betat got the shot of Britney shaving her head? It’s all here! That’s the kind of behavior we expect from the New York Post.
Then again, sales of April’s Atlantic will surely annihilate those of any other issue this year, enabling the semi-struggling younger-audience-wanting mag to keep on chugging into its 151st year. That’s some kind of silver lining, I suppose.
But here’s the worst part: It worked. They sucked me in. I read ’em all. The New York Post, The Atlantic (Britney first!), New York Magazine. (My excuse for reading the Post is a hawker in Union Square handed me a sponsored copy. Weak, no?) Hell, I even visited Ashley’s music store. (Favorite comment: “Only 98 cents? I thought it was five thousand bucks for the hour. What a steal.”). No moral here; just owning up to being a rubbernecker like everyone else. Sadly, this new Atlantic may be onto something.