OK, I’ll admit I’m probably one of the only people you’ll hear defend The New Yorker on this, but I’ll only do it tacitly. Its clear the magazine had little intention of actually insinuating that the above cartoon actually represents the Obamas. It is obviously satire. Or is it? The magazine has been a staple of the Northeastern liberal elite crowd for a long time, publishing rather solid journalism with a big focus on the arts. But it has always had the reputation of a magazine that always thought a little too highly of itself. No one ever questioned whether or not they were right or clever, they were just a little to much of a smart ass for everyone else. (Kind of reminds me of someone else I know…)
Of course the cartoon is satire. Of course they knew it would offend, even confuse people. They know Bobby Joe Redneck has never heard of The New Yorker and will see the cartoon and have their prejudices reaffirmed. And they are just fine with that.
You probably don’t remember, but the philosophical sage otherwise known as Seinfeld already commented on The New Yorker years ago in the episode The Cartoon. In the episode, Elaine sees a cartoon from the magazine and can’t figure out the punchline. Thinking her intelligence and “cultured” sense of humor are on the line, she obsesses over it.
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Elaine: You know, maybe Kramer is right, some people should just give up. I have.
Jerry: What did you wanna be?
Elaine: I don’t remember, but it certainly wasn’t this. Look at this cartoon in the New Yorker, I don’t get this.
Jerry: I don’t either.
Elaine: And you’re on the fringe of the humor business.
(George comes in)
George: Hey!
Elaine: Hey! George look at this.
George: That’s cute.
Elaine: You got it?
George: No, never mind.
Elaine: Come on, we’re two intelligent people here. We can figure this out. Now we got a dog and a cat in an office.
Jerry: It looks like my accountant’s office but there’s no pets working there.
Elaine: The cat is saying “I’ve enjoyed reading your e-mail.”
George: Maybe it’s got something to do with that 42 in the corner.
Elaine: It’s a page number.
George: Well, I can’t crack this one.
Elaine: Aahh! This has got to be a mistake.
George: try shaking it…
(Next day at the New Yorker)
Mr. Elinoff: So, J. Peterman wants to hire some of our cartoonists to illustrate your catalog?
Elaine: Well we’re hoping that if perhaps that the catalog is a little funnier, people won’t be so quick to return the clothes ha ha….For example…I…I really do…Well I love this one.
(Elaine shows him the cartoon)
Mr. Elinoff: Oh! Yeah … That’s a rather clever jab at inter office politics don’t you think?
Elaine…Yeah…uh but, Why is it that the, that the animals enjoy reading the email?
Mr. Elinoff: Well Miss Benes, cartoons are like gossamer and one doesn’t dissect gossamer. heh..hemm…
Elaine: Well you don’t have to dissect if you can just tell me. Why this is suppose to be funny?
Mr. Elinoff: Ha! It’s merely a commentary on contemporary mores. (Slides the magazine to her)
Elaine: But, what is the comment? (She slides the magazine back to him)
Mr. Elinoff: It’s a slice of life.
Elaine: No it isn’t.
Mr. Elinoff: Pun?
Elaine: I don’t think so.
Mr. Elinoff: Vorshtein?
Elaine: That’s not a word…..You have no idea what this means do you?
Mr. Elinoff: No.
Elaine: Then why did you print it?
Mr. Elinoff: I liked the kitty.
Elaine: (gets up) You know what? You people should be ashamed of yourself; you know ya doodle a couple of bears at a cocktail party talking about the stock market. You think you’re doing comedy.
Mr. Elinoff: Actually that’s not bad…

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