mary was not talking about the gran fury show, which we went to tonight, but i salute her for still using “daggy” 20 years after sassy didn’t popularize it. anyway, the show was great: amazing activist art, a section devoted to WAC, and a lot of hot older lesbians, like christine vachon. mary introduced me to her friend avram and we were talking about how he has been doing a lot of art writing lately and then he said he was having trouble with a certain outlet because they knew about his obsession with SCUM and i was like “WHAT?!” and “ME TOO!” and then mary, all casually as always, was like “oh, yeah, i have one of the first editions” and i was like “omg, i once saw this piece…” and she was like “oh, i saw it.” then we went to noho star and gossiped for a few hours over a glass and a half of wine each, which was great, since i have a special love for friends who will share glasses of wine. i put this sticker on my refrigerator.
BREAKING NEWS: Mayim Bialik recreates her Sassy cover photo from 1992.
wc: this is joyous.
kj: I. AM. DYING. DEAD.
wc: she is the ultimate 90s woman. she has a phd and just wrote a parenting book and is like orthodox and is on the big bang theory.
i was hungover the morning we were supposed to meet with charles aaron, who worked at sassy and spin in the 90s, but marisa and i did all of our interviews together, and so i dragged myself to his office on park avenue. thank god. it was by far one of the best interviews we did. charles just…
Yo dog I like your story but it also reminded me that I think it has been two years probably to the day since I read this book that you wrote, before I even knew you on the internet. I read most of it in a messy room in my mom’s old apartment that I shared with all the stuff that moved in there after I moved out and that winter I had to share a bed with a boy I didn’t want to be sleeping next to but that I was obligated to sleep next to because of politics and reasons. So I just laid on that tiny futon, hid in that room with space on the floor, didn’t talk to anyone, and read that book you wrote. It was about two months after Girl Zines came out, which I bought and read the day it came into Barnes & Noble.
no one’s fated or domed to love anyone, but… i love this story. especially the hiding and not talking to anyone part.
do whatever you have to do to own this copy of spin from 1997. look at it whenever you are having a bad day. it is an actual revelation.
please note: “like a riot grrrl would ever have sex with an esquire reader.”
more sassy event pics. i would like to thank whoever at the talent show billed me as a “public figure, student, and iconoclast.” if i was still on twitter that could be my new bio.
Shonen Knife, Sassy Magazine, 1993.
when i was talking about how xtina kelly is the emotional template for every woman i know, this is what i was talking about: the vacillation between mainstream and alternative snobberies; the easy confessionalism (is that a made-up word?); the hovering sense of annoyance. i can think of at least 10 people for whom ”now i’m getting pissed” would be the perfect memoir title although i personally prefer “because this is too much!”
Hey Baby - Chia Pet
OMG I thought this was familiar:
Sassy’s in-house band was named after the Chia Pet, with various members from the editorial staff, including Jane Pratt on violin, Christina Kelly on vocals, her then-husband Robert Weeks on guitar, her then-sister-in-law (and Sassy writer) Jessica Vitkus Weeks on bass guitar, Mary Ann Marshall (also a Sassy scribe) on drums. Karen Catchpole also lent co-lead vocals to some songs.
LOOK WHAT I FOUND YOU GUYS.