has always been a compulsion, a need for what I first thought was inspiration, and later discovered to be something equally related to abuse. When I went away to college, my mother celebrated by finally chucking the hundreds of Seventeen magazines which were piled up like a guard wall around the perimeter of my room. I had stopped reading them years before, when I decided I was too mature to benefit from their prissy insights and goofily diluted fashion, but I couldn't part with them anyway. They were souvenirs of the moment I buried my private neuroses in the sand and climbed on the hayride of mass-directed "normal" insecurities. | |||
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those magazines through brain-bifocals. Understanding the sham of beauty culture is somehow no deterrent to my obsession. I don't buy fashion mags very often, but when I do, I can practically see my twelve-year-old self digging into my wallet. Not surprisingly, I usually buy them on the way home from the shrink. The problem of finding a good, tenacious lipstick seems comparatively easy to solve. | |||
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Rebecca
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and math and reading and intellivision. Not fashion. Not girl mags. Not girl "things". I would go over to Rebecca's house and just roll my eyes at her Seventeens. They seemed so tedious to me. So fakey. I dealt with not living up to the ridiculous fashion ideal by completely ignoring it, by deciding that it didn't relate to me at all. It was a boring dichotomy I lived under and one that didn't leave me many options. Either you cared about clothes or you cared about more important things. | |||
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transform into beautiful, elegant women fabulously decked out and desired. Till recently, that transformation eluded me. But lately, I have taken to dyeing my hair, painting my toenails, and refreshing my lipstick with surprising gusto. I see the fun in fashion now. I've come to discover that fashion, from the right point of view, is like, totally interesting. | |||
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Esther
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![]() in between. All the gURLs on the staff have their own ambivalent relationships with girlmags - gURL is an attempt to take what we want from them and chuck what we hate. It's about trying to reconcile the kind of girls we were with the kind of women we are. Where we can get just as excited about sex and clothes as popping zits and climbing rocks. |
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