The New Yorker offered me a 250% discount on a year's subscription, citing me as a "professional."
Having ideas for stories that I would like to publish in the magazine someday, and liking the sound of the word professional, I was unreasonably excited about this.
How can I resist such a deal?
Except now I will have to suffer from New Yorker guilt as the magazines pile up, week after week, only partially read.
Published on October 03, 2009 06:49