Some of us avoid the New Yorker for fear of going over the liberal elite edge. I can think I am better than you, I just don't want you to be able to tell when you glance up on the train and catch me reading.
That said, you simply must read "Shouts & Murmurs." It's the snide humor normally reserved for your neighbor's outfits applied to life at large. This week, Passive Aggressive Appetizers.