Maybe, like me, you grew up isolated in a Midwestern town, before the internet was there to connect everyone, everywhere, to everything. Maybe you were a lonely, angsty young thing in the late 80s/early 90s who felt different and didn’t really like Top 40 radio. Maybe you wanted to DIY your own denim cut-offs and draw pictures on them with a Sharpie.
If all of this was true, you probably read Sassy magazine, like I did.* Wait, scratch that. You WORSHIPPED Sassy magazine. It was your church and your bible for all things Cool. You had never actually heard Sonic Youth, but now you knew about them and you could go to the local record store at the mall (you know the one, the one staffed by the white dudes with dreads, the one store that carried any music by Nirvana, before anyone outside of the Pacific Northwest even knew who they were) and have a listen.
And then Sassy went away and you grew up and found out that Jane Pratt started a magazine that was holy-crap-like-Sassy-but-for-grownups! And so you devoured Jane magazine until, of course, Jane Pratt was no longer editor and then it sucked so you canceled your subscription.
And then last year you happened upon this xoJane.com place, which is brought to you by the very same Jane Pratt, who was once singlehandedly responsible for saving you from wasting away in teenage mediocrity in your Midwestern town.
And it was like finding a long lost friend. And you pitched a story to them and they took it. And another story. And another. And before you knew it, you were a contributor and you felt understood in the best way, the way only a long-lost friend can understand you.
You can read some of my stories for xoJane here. Participation/commenting not only welcome, but encouraged. Stop by, won’t you?
*If I remember correctly, my subscription ran from 1988-1993