Two months ago I came home and found Britney Spears on the cover of my April Atlantic. I immediately sent off an email to Gawker:
Subject: wintry mix, chance of locusts
omg srsly, what is the world coming to when britney graces the cover of the fucking atlantic?
(Here's Ryan Tate's write-up.)
Last week I found that the Atlantic had answered my question with its June cover. This is what the world is coming to:
Apparently asteroids will be saving the rest of the universe from Brit Brit. (The attentive will also notice that the mercurial mastermind Professor X has a byline in the issue. Coincidence?)
In just two months the Atlantic, which usually features politics on its cover, has gone from US Weekly to Discover. Looking forward to the Alfred E. Neuman portrait in August. (Calling Andrew Hearst!)