by women for women


The Cure: Speak My Language

On a small corner lot in the middle of a field turned suburbia, I heard the Cure for the first time. This was 1985 in small town Ohio and MTV was still playing music like it was radio. You knew exactly what was on rotation. But there was a show called Friday Night Videos that no one really watched. It was obscure …

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Why It’s Still Cool to Be Punk

That reason I fell in love with punk rock is because I’m secretly afraid of authority. There, I said it. Punk gave me permission to be rebellious and ugly without fear of recrimination. Punk also gave me permission to not exactly know what the fuck was going on. Before punk rock, there were feather boas, pretty shaved legs, perms, thin …

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I’ve Tried To Leave You

In between your black and white, I see red ribbons floating. Ribbons from presents you haven’t bought me yet. You were always pretty cheap, not to mention invasive. Sometimes you would slap my hands when I was in the middle of a conversation or call me incessantly while I was at a party trying to get wasted. Your nagging became …

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Two Hours at the Mall

I love the mall. The smell of new plastic. I like watching people. Not in a creepy way, in the way that a writer watches people. Like it’s channel 5. I sit outside of the arcade, fuck a few hours away. Life writes itself if you let it. The fifteen year old shoplifter who has no idea that I didn’t …

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Internet Killed the Video Star

  The only stations worth hearing in a college town are from a garage floor soaked in motor oil. My sister has a boyfriend with a sister at NYU who knows Martha Quinn and Martha bought these boots in New York and sent them home with her. Somehow my sister has them now. Martha Quinn’s leather boots! MTV launches on …

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I was a Teenage Zombie

Photo credit: Brad Elterman

Everett Massachusetts. 1982 Walking. No, drudging to school. High School. A world of unknowns to me. A world of strangers. Chum for the shark infested waters. Forced to attend. Until…. (KEY MUSIC: I LOVE ROCK AND ROLL: Drum intro, guitars.) Interest piqued. (KEY MUSIC: I LOVE ROCK AND ROLL: Joan Jett begins to sing) I HEARD that. I felt my …

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