I admit, I used to subscribe to The Economist. I let the issues pile up, promising I’d get to them eventually, whenever I felt like reading pretentious, dry and humorless reading on world affairs. But that day never really came. And so after about a year, my subscription ran out, and I traded it in for a sub to The New Yorker, which I happily devour each week. When I saw this delightful little pamphlet put out by the mag’s clearly-misguided marketing team, it only further confirmed my decision to get the eff away from the First World Order boy’s club that seems to be running the place. “Why should women be reading The Economist?” it queries, and answers, “They shouldn’t.” Instead! “Accomplished, influential people should read us. People like you.” Which of course, assumes that women couldn’tpossibly be accomplished or influential. (Ladies! I know, right?) Oh, old guard, you really got us there. A better question might be ,”Why should anyone be readingThe Economist?” Because obviously, they really, really shouldn’t.