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!
I think I literally owned that issue! Unfortunately, there were probably 800,000 print models named Sarah in the 1990's.
ReplyDeleteI know, right? It's unGoogleable!
ReplyDeleteOh, 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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