Patrizia DiLucchio
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read

I think I pretty much hit all the marks for the average New Yorker reader—over-educated, white, female—so pretend I am a kind of Dickensian ghost conjured from some old rags in the New Yorker subscription department when I tell you this:

I had no quibble with the New Yorker’s decision to include Mr. Bannon in the New Yorker Festival.

My distress was over that HEADLINER status. HEADLINING means that I would be constantly besieged by Mr. Bannon’s name and likeness for the next month. Moreover, since HEADLINING is a significator of importance, what the New Yorker was saying by conferring this status upon him was that Mr. Bannon is more important than Harry Bellefonte, Zadie Smith, Sally Yates, Christopher Guest, Loudon Wainwright III, Boots Riley, or any of the other people I might like to see, which you know just ain’t true.

I’m glad Mr. Remnick did the right thing and that I get to keep my tote bag.

    Patrizia DiLucchio

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    I’ve been a model, investigative reporter, People Magazine editor, professional chilehead, nurse, health policy analyst & ICM agent. Now I’m just a writer.