As a kid, I used to take my dad’s issues of The New Yorker off our coffee table and try to read them. After all, the covers were always gripping and I could see, from afar, that there were cartoons in between the columns. What I found was that, like the columns, even the cartoons were over my head. And frankly, a lot of them still are. As a naive child, you’re just not cultured or refined enough to realize what the jokes actually mean, and it’s the same reason I thought Frasier Crane was British until I was, like, 23.
These days, Frasier to me is like Friends is to every girl who likes Netflix, wine, and pizza. But I regret to inform you that cartoons in The New Yorker still fall flat with me more often than not. Luckily, there’s an Instagram feed that mimics these cartoons and makes them more relevant for millennial pieces of shit like us.
It’s easy to laugh at these people because, well, most of us are these people. .