The New Yorker accidentally becomes a parody of itself

A Silicon Valley gynecologist has apparently convinced The New Yorker that orgasms are longevity medicine, complete with a bathtime photoshoot that screams "we hired a lifestyle brand consultant." This is what happens when wellness culture achieves sentience and decides bathrooms are the perfect backdrop for pseudoscientific magazine covers. The toy boats really tie the whole "I take myself seriously as a thought leader" vibe together.