They all laughed. Heck, we laughed, too. Some of Entertainment Weekly‘s earliest burps and gurgles still manage to make us chuckle. (We’ll just assume you don’t remember the Arachnophobia cover. Or the V.I. Warshawski cover. Or the Hudson Hawk cover.) But hey, people crack up when they see yearbook photos of Tom Hanks or Cameron Diaz, and look at ’em now.
If you’ll let us gloat for a moment, we’d like to point out that this issue marks EW‘s 10th anniversary. (We’ll celebrate the occasion more lavishly in a future special issue.) Over the course of a single decade, EW has grown from a scrappy media underdog to become the dominant entertainment magazine in America, with a must-see presence in Hollywood, a cultural impact around the globe, and 8 million readers. We’ve won three top awards from the American Society of Magazine Editors, including one for General Excellence.
But we couldn’t have done any of it without you — the loyal readers who enjoy this pop-culture encyclopedia every week. We’ve taken you to Cannes, Sundance, Lilith, Lollapalooza, and the Oscars. We’ve chronicled the things that matter to you — Seinfeld, The X-Files, The Simpsons, Kurt Cobain’s death, John Travolta’s comeback, Steven Spielberg’s triumph with Saving Private Ryan. Thanks for tuning in. Without you, our glorious career trajectory might’ve fizzled out around the time of that ”So Who Is Vanilla Ice?” expose.
James W. Seymore Jr.