Not exactly Irvin Type—not Irvin Type at all—but Irvin-related: artist Daniel Adel’s amphibian version of the original (tongue-in-cheek, etc.) E.T. Adel has actually contributed to The New Yorker, so as you can see, it’s a meta-Quaker Oats, post-postmodern Circle Game moment for me. Thanks to the multitalented Newyorkette (who reviews a giant history of Vogue in the new issue of PRINT) for the tip!

And now for the fairness and balance for which Emdashes is known: Here’s someone’s story about cranky readers of the magazine. I’d be cranky too if someone did to me what this person claims to have done to someone’s blissful magazine-reading experience, and if I ever catch them doing it, I’ll show them what real crankiness looks like!

For the record, I don’t believe for a second that any New Yorker readers are shoving people on the subway. I think they’re absorbed and distracted, dulling the pain of their stifling routine with mesmerizing (if horrifying) pieces about our impending water catastrophe; also funny cartoons. You should try it sometime, haughty nose-thumber of the “intelligentsia.” It really helps!