Also, just to be the 15 TRILLIONTH woman in the world to say this: FUCK, I miss Sassy. It's marginally to moderately sad how EVERY page of that magazine automatically triggers an entire arc of teenage memories soundtracked by The Cranberries and The Sundays: cutting things out of magazines to make collages; my bedroom walls covered in magazine images, ads and images (including one for the 1994 VMAs, which ended up being self-prophesying since 12 years later I'd start my job there); dying my hair Tori Amos-red; wearing RIDICULOUSLY oversized jeans and thrifting for flannels and grandpa pants. Sassy was truly my first love as a teenager. I have college roommates whose last names I barely recall, but I seriously remember EVERY page of EVERY Sassy I ever read. RIP/ neverforget.
Anyway, WTF is that model's name? Kthxbai!
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I think I literally owned that issue! Unfortunately, there were probably 800,000 print models named Sarah in the 1990's.
I know, right? It's unGoogleable!
Oh, Sassy. If only you grew up right and became a smart magazine for the ladies of our generation. Sadly, you just became jane. zzz. PS. TDA, I hope you remember my last name, since I was, in fact, your college roommate.
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