Okay, I've decided to come out.
I love The New Yorker's short stories.
In every writing class I've been in where we've discussed stories from The New Yorker, at least one person has said "I don't get what's so great about this story" or something to that effect.
But without fail, when I read a story from TNY, the characters stick wtih me like old familiar friends. I'm often the minority opinion in writing classes, but someone else besides me must like them, because they keep getting published.