The publishers of major magazines have evidently decided that the only value of their print products is to get you to fire up a browser and visit their Web sites. This is somewhere between an irritation and a nuisance, as Roger Green reports:
I’m sitting, reading my magazine, and the last thing I want to do is turn on some electronic device. Especially if I’m reading a week-old magazine and am having trouble FINDING the related piece.
Parade is a particularly heinous offender:
On the page right after the cover, there’s a box with a quote, and we’re supposed to guess which celebrity said it. But the answer is not within the pages of the magazine. No, I have to go to Wonderwall.com. I don’t FEEL like going to Wonderwall.com; I’ve been there, and it’s cheesy and a slow-loading site to boot, which I find difficult to navigate.
This hasn’t bothered me quite so much just yet, but I suspect that I’m going to be encountering a lot more of it.