frum the editor type of chik
you may wonder why you're here. i know i do. sometimes i wonder why i'm here, but then i remember that i'm sad. i'm also pissed. you see, i should be five years older than i really am, but i'm not. i should be nineteen. i should be twenty. i should be eighteen and twenty one.
alas, poor yurik, i'm not. i hate being a minor. people treat you like you have no constatutional rights. people treat you like you're a non-human, like you have no feelings and that you're unimportant 'till you're old enough to vote. but parents, they're the worst. they treat you like you're their property.
also, besides all that, i missed the riot grrrl movement. i missed sassy, hell, i even missed crack whore jill. tina the troubled teen will have to do for now.
point is, i was born five years too late. and it sucks to be inbetween generations like that. i'm not gen x, too young. i'm not gen next, too old. x is my aunt and next is my lil sis. no wonder i feel like a fucking middle child.
i know that i'm not alone. actually, i don't know, but i assume that i do. which is what allison wonderland is for. someday, i'll be rich. we all say that, but i know i will be. i'll be rich and allison wonderland will be an actual magazine, not just some teenager's e zine on a free hp service. not just an after school project.
pigs fly, the sky has fallen, and the easter bunny has married the tooth fairy. really.
and so, it is on this note that i present to you allison wonderland volume I issue 1
valanchie , april fifth nine teen ninety eight
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