Dear Entertainment Weekly,
In an era of dwindling magazine sales, I'm surprised that you'd be such a bag of dicks to me.
I am a magazine person. I like reading paper magazines and subscribe to several. [And not just because I like getting mail that isn't bills.] I know this makes me part of a dwindling minority, but I've stuck by you for about 12 or so years, and I'm planning on renewing.
Well, I was.
Imagine my surprise when I got your Reunions issue. This issue came with several cover options. While I am thankful that I didn't have to deal with Julia Roberts' Muppet smile on the cover, I was more than a little pissed to find that I'd been given the Frasier cover.
What the fuck?
How old and white do you think I am?
I would have gladly accepted Do The Right Thing, The XFiles, or Wicked covers, but no. I end up with tossed salad and scrambled eggs.
You'd better straighten up, EW.