"You grew up on R.E.M., the Smiths, the Cure, Throwing Muses, Sonic Youth, Liz Phair, Hole, Bikini Kill, PJ Harvey, My So-Called Life, and John Hughes. Your romantic ideals were forged by repeated viewings of Dead Poets Society, Say Anything, and Morrissey riding around on a tractor in the middle of winter for the “Suedehead” video. You published a zine or bought zines..."

Well, except for the movies and the tractor riding Morrissey, that pretty much has me down-pat. Maybe I was an angsty female in spirit, if not in the penis-carrying reality?

Ah, but read the rest ...

You were probably a high-achieving malcontent, a wearer of black in high school who became a thrift-store-haunting feminist theorist in college. If you were going to get married at all, you were going to marry an enlightened, sensitive man who washed dishes, and you’d do it for enlightened, egalitarian love—not money! Or else you were going to, or did, come out proudly as a lesbian, or you took up with members of both sexes and didn’t feel guilty. You were under the impression that the girls who came after you would never have to shave their legs.

In parts: high achieving malcontent? Yes. Wearer of black? Not so much. In secondary school (which I guess is roughly high school) I’d wear suit / tie combos and the occasional tifter.

I do think I could be a lesbian though. Just one with a super-big clit and hemorrhoids the size of cricket balls.

You grew up on R.E.M., the Smiths, the Cure, Throwing Muses, Sonic Youth, Liz Phair, Hole, Bikini Kill, PJ Harvey, My So-Called Life, and John Hughes. Your romantic ideals were forged by repeated viewings of Dead Poets Society, Say Anything, and Morrissey riding around on a tractor in the middle of winter for the “Suedehead” video. You published a zine or bought zines. You were probably a high-achieving malcontent, a wearer of black in high school who became a thrift-store-haunting feminist theorist in college. If you were going to get married at all, you were going to marry an enlightened, sensitive man who washed dishes, and you’d do it for enlightened, egalitarian love—not money! Or else you were going to, or did, come out proudly as a lesbian, or you took up with members of both sexes and didn’t feel guilty. You were under the impression that the girls who came after you would never have to shave their legs.

I bolded everything that applied to me. I was not a feminist theorist (I liked men and equal rights equally, considered myself a feminist in the sense that I wasn’t afraid to dress like a slut to get into architecture school, which I did, but did not need a Womyn’s Center to go hold hands and talk about menstrual flow/data rape drama/misogynist architecture professors because I considered myself capable enough to handle any bullshit on my own, thank you very much).

I also never had a thing for the sensitive guy. I liked alpha males, as women do, and while I didn’t consider income in my selection of mates, I did factor in the likelihood of each candidate becoming a future POTUS, as my desired outcome from college was the ultimate MRS degree: i wanted to be First Lady (a desire/plot I somehow had the sense to keep to myself).

I’ve never liked Liz Phair or PJ Harvey (I was honestly more into jazz by the time they hit the scene) and for the life of me, I have never understood why a woman would want to stop shaving her legs.

And yes, I read Sassy. Though mostly because we made fun of it. Sassy had all the right pop culture references, but it tried sooooo hard, you know?

My eldest graduated HS in 96. She got SASSY for a couple of years, and mostly spent time changing the images with pens and markers into things that I am sure would have had put into a special ward a the local asylum had anybody outside of the house seen them. I think she might have had a ‘Smiths’ cd, as well as 1 by ‘The Cure’ mixed in with her ‘Cinderella’ , ‘Candlebox’, ‘Blind Melon’, ‘Alice in Chains’, ‘Offspring’. Blur’, and many more I can’t remember.

Anyway she’s a frustrated artist with a B.A. in English/Art. She has a few tats, about a dozen holes in her ears, disillusioned by the world situation, and a system that allowed her as a T.A. to lecture/teach in college for a year (while the Prof. took a sabbatical) but won’t allow her to instruct kids in art without 2 more years of school to get a ‘teaching certificate’. She lives with her boyfriend and his family (his Mom, and a younger step-brother and step-sister). They both work in separate restaurants, and try to sell art and hand made products on-line. But overall, they are mostly happy.