What, me worry?


Mad @ 50? No way: I don’t know why, but my mother never complained when I bought Mad Magazine. It was my favorite magazine and is, at least in part, surely one of the factors which warped my sense of humor. This month marks Mad’s 50th anniversary. So what if today it’s a tiny cog in the massive wheels of the world’s largest media company? To that all I can say is, “what, me worry?”