Reader’s Digest is a cheap publication that is not worthy of your attention.
It has degenerated into a cycle of the same four topics: dieting, mortgages, celebrities, and medication.
A magazine with a title like Reader’s Digest ought to have some kind of literary interest. It ought to introduce new ideas. It ought to improve your command of the language, and to inspire by some amount of genius, however small.
I wouldn’t be so bitter about it if the magazine didn’t pretend to be something it isn’t. You don’t ordinarily get annoyed with a saltine cracker, but you do if it sells itself as a goblet of grape juice.
(Trying to make the 68% vitriol quota for the year)