An economic analysis of Janet Jackson’s bosom
As a person who never feels truly happy unless I am depriving myself of some sort of pleasure, I have been a long time subscriber to The Economist. This magazine has, for many years, thoroughly irritated me with its pious, supercilious, and doctrinaire attitude to certain issues. In recent times, however, I’ve begun to feel increasingly cheated by its seemingly enlightened approach. There have been a number of articles that question the orthodoxy and then … this week … (shock, horror) they seem to have developed a sense of humour with an article entitled Transatlantic cleavage. It would now appear that a subscription to The Spectator is my only option.
Yours, ‘Disgusted’, Tunbridge Wells.