The New Yorker is a cultural bellwether and Jonathan Franzen is a famous author. The magazine has published pieces by climate hero Bill McKibben. Unfortunately, this prestige did not prevent them from publishing a technically inaccurate and morally vacuous 'think piece' about climate. Franzen's complacency is that of an aging well-to-do white dude who looks out the office window on the 38th floor of One World Trade Center and sees not too much to worry about. Eustace Tilley examining butterflies pretty much sums it up.We should be listening to the voices of the dispossessed and marginalized, those indigenous tribes losing a way of life, those Bahamians suffering from environmental injustice, and those youth who will live their lives in whatever world we are choosing now. Franzen and the New Yorker demonstrated their disconnect from the real world. Let's hope they work to find the connection.