obsassion
How does it feel to love someone you've never even met?
I, frankly, have no fucking clue. However, I do know how it feels to be in angsty, self-consuming want, desire, NEED over a--you ready for this?--magazine. This magazine is Sassy.
If I had ever met her, I know we would have been fast best friends. And she's exactly who I needed at age 12, 13, 14. Even 15. Even now, probably. Yet, she wasn't around. She'd been killed off. She'd skinned, gutted, demolished due to the Fluffy Forces of Teen Magazines, her nails had been French-Mani-ed, her jeans torn off in favor of a miniskirt, and her hair quickly highlighted to a nice, flirty bottle-blonde.
And, until last year, I never knew that there even was a way other than this--at least for teen magazines. That's when I'd heard about Sassy. This month's recent release, How Sassy Changed My Life: A Love Letter to the Greatest Teen Magazine of All Time furthers my teen (magazine) angst. To which I say:
I wish I could join in this club of sad (but, all the while, hip) twentysomethings or thirtysomethings who fondly recall their Sassy readership days with nostalgia and flair, while I was simply a toddler. The magazine started in 1988--the year I was conceived--and ended in 1994--I was five years old. Obviously, I was born ten years too late (seriously. Imagine all the wonderful teenage-hood in the '90s I could have had! Alanis at her peak! Indigo Girls rarring to go! Dar not yet a mom! Veruca Salt not yet broken up! Sigh).
Hence, for my Senior Project, I think I'm going to try and make my own issue of Sassy, and distribute it to the middle-school aged set (seems that's who Sassy's readers mostly were). Wish me luck? And contribute, if you so like! Or if you have suggestions! I'm using eBay to see Sassy's magazine covers, and if an issue is cheap enough, I might buy one. It really does rock. It's like BUST or bitch, but not for twentysomethings who already have lots of sex and live on their own and pay their own rent and have jobs and such. Or, as I told my friend last night, to use a metaphor: If you've seen 10 Things I Hate About You, you know that there are two sisters. Bianca is the younger one, who loves clothes, boys, and giggling. Her older sister Kat (played by Girl Crush Numero Uno--especially in this role--Julia Stiles) likes angry chick rock, The Feminine Mystique, and doesn't take shit from anyone. She's also a kickass role model. Seventeen is Bianca. Sassy is a (albeit, friendlier and slightly less "scary") version of Kat.
GLOR. I. OUS.
I, frankly, have no fucking clue. However, I do know how it feels to be in angsty, self-consuming want, desire, NEED over a--you ready for this?--magazine. This magazine is Sassy.
If I had ever met her, I know we would have been fast best friends. And she's exactly who I needed at age 12, 13, 14. Even 15. Even now, probably. Yet, she wasn't around. She'd been killed off. She'd skinned, gutted, demolished due to the Fluffy Forces of Teen Magazines, her nails had been French-Mani-ed, her jeans torn off in favor of a miniskirt, and her hair quickly highlighted to a nice, flirty bottle-blonde.
And, until last year, I never knew that there even was a way other than this--at least for teen magazines. That's when I'd heard about Sassy. This month's recent release, How Sassy Changed My Life: A Love Letter to the Greatest Teen Magazine of All Time furthers my teen (magazine) angst. To which I say:
I wish I could join in this club of sad (but, all the while, hip) twentysomethings or thirtysomethings who fondly recall their Sassy readership days with nostalgia and flair, while I was simply a toddler. The magazine started in 1988--the year I was conceived--and ended in 1994--I was five years old. Obviously, I was born ten years too late (seriously. Imagine all the wonderful teenage-hood in the '90s I could have had! Alanis at her peak! Indigo Girls rarring to go! Dar not yet a mom! Veruca Salt not yet broken up! Sigh).
Hence, for my Senior Project, I think I'm going to try and make my own issue of Sassy, and distribute it to the middle-school aged set (seems that's who Sassy's readers mostly were). Wish me luck? And contribute, if you so like! Or if you have suggestions! I'm using eBay to see Sassy's magazine covers, and if an issue is cheap enough, I might buy one. It really does rock. It's like BUST or bitch, but not for twentysomethings who already have lots of sex and live on their own and pay their own rent and have jobs and such. Or, as I told my friend last night, to use a metaphor: If you've seen 10 Things I Hate About You, you know that there are two sisters. Bianca is the younger one, who loves clothes, boys, and giggling. Her older sister Kat (played by Girl Crush Numero Uno--especially in this role--Julia Stiles) likes angry chick rock, The Feminine Mystique, and doesn't take shit from anyone. She's also a kickass role model. Seventeen is Bianca. Sassy is a (albeit, friendlier and slightly less "scary") version of Kat.
GLOR. I. OUS.