Maureen Callahan

The rubes who, like, watch Roseanne Barr.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Tina Brown is who she is, okay?

And she makes no apologies for that.

David Remnick was installed as the new editor, and he was supposed to bring back the sort of more genteel New Yorker of the Wallace Shawns.

And it's like, he's a star fucker too.

The New Yorker should be publishing real writers now.

who need the exposure not the jesse eisenberg's of the world or the lena dunham's of the world and now amanda peete amanda peete got a huge chunk of real estate in the new yorker we're going to show a full screen of this here she is i printed it out it's called my season of ativan is there a critical

more basic amongst a segment of the privileged middle-aged white women of LA and New York city.

She's from New York city.

She now lives in LA.

She, you know, she, she went to Columbia.

Her mother is a psychoanalyst.

She came from, you know, privileged background.

Um, she's married to one half of the brain trust behind the HBO adaptation of game of Thrones.

You see where I'm going.

There's an audio version of this piece that is read by her best friend and Ryan Murphy pet, Sarah Paulson.

Allow me to read you the first line of this eight-page feature in The New Yorker.

Amanda Peete's first line.