Leah Finnegan’s picks of the worst New Yorker longform articles is full of wondrousness:
Ideas! If you have few enough of them, and they’re sufficiently unrelated to one another, you might be ready to make a book proposal. If you’re Malcolm Gladwell.
It can sometimes be hard for male journalists to write about women, especially objectively attractive women, because they have nice boobs and faces and lips and stuff.
Apparently Gopnik did not know you could bake fancy breads from France and other cultures. So he got his mom to teach him how to bake them. A fine anecdote, maybe, to tell a friend or a therapist. But in this case he wrote about it for the New Yorker, a magazine.