The New Yorker: Wrong, but still sexy

Harvard-educated fact-checkers notwithstanding, this week’s New Yorker was not that innocent of goofing up a fact in its “Talk of the Town” piece, “The Britney Option” by Adam Green. Fortunately over at Lindsayism, not-a-girl-not-yet-a-woman Lindsay Robertson is a Slave 4 your fact-checking purposes and couldn’t help but notice the error:

…my eagle-eye was drawn immediately to a glaring factual inaccuracy. However, my superior knowledge of the topic is not something about which any New Yorker reader would want to gloat:

“By selecting a link embedded in each message, subscribers would be led to a recorded message, either from Spears herself…or from one of the members of her entourage, among them her personal assistant, Alicia, and her bodyguard, Big Rob.”

Britney Spears’ personal assistant’s name is “Felicia”, not “Alicia.”

To Brit’s credit, she’s also not named “Jessica Rodriguez,” which I think we can all agree excuses any number of Twinkies she may consume. In the meantime, New Yorker, don’t be sad. We all make mistakes. Chin up, you’re stronger for it.

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