Well, it had a good run. Entertainment Weekly, or as I call it, the On The Toilet Magazine, is changing its format and will now only be printed monthly. According to The Hollywood Reporter, starting in August, I’m going to have to start reading my phone when I take a shit like everybody else. The July 5th issue will be the last weekly offering. The change comes “as part of a larger ‘reimagining’ of the brand”. A monthly magazine, who could ever have imagined that!?
J.D. Heyman, who has served as deputy editor, will take on the top editorial job as part of the transition, parent company Meredith announced Thursday.
As part of the change, the brand will also double down on digital, social, video and experiential platforms, the company said.
I hope that means that they’ll keep providing us with fun and thirsty cover shoots. Who else is out here pounding the pavement and rounding up the cast of your favorite 90s and early 2000s movies and TV shows to offer their readers 12 different collectible covers. There’s nothing quite like the disappoint of opening your mailbox to discover you got the Busy Phillipps cover of the Dawson’s Creek issue instead of the Joshua Jackson one you were hoping for. Whoever got the Lori Loughlin cover for the Full House reunion really lucked out, though. They could have gotten her to sign that shit. That’s money in the bank now, son! Thankfully, it sounds like they aren’t throwing out their Rolodex just yet.
“With the transition to a new monthly frequency, readers can expect more of what they love: more access, more memorable features, more in-depth conversation about Hollywood and its brightest talent,” Heyman said in a prepared statement.
I’m honestly bummed about this. I have had a subscription to Entertainment Weekly since the early 90s. Every bathroom in every home I’ve ever lived in as an adult has housed a copy of EW. Even when I was living overseas, I begged and pleaded with everyone who came to visit to stock up on them in the weeks leading up to their arrival. I get it, I don’t get my entertainment news from a magazine anymore. Shit happens too fast for print. But I will miss taking a leisurely poo while skipping ahead to Bullseye. RIP, old friend.