This week marks the 3rd birthday of this blog. As thanks to all of my loyal readers, please enjoy this stock photo of a cupcake:
You can take a trip down memory lane by reading the review for Francine Pascal’s meddling-mother time-travel tale, Hangin’ Out With Cici; as well as that book’s follow-up, My First Love and Other Disasters. At the end of this week we will continue the tradition and see how Victoria Martin has fared after having her labor exploited by a swingin’ divorcee.
I’ve talked before about the how difficult it must have been to get the tone right when writing for teen mags. Act too much like the actual adult you are and you sound outright contemptuous about the-kids-these-days, what with their constant doing of the twist; too far in the other direction and you’re the the old person at the party, trying too hard to be cool (“No, 1991 Jane Pratt! I do not want to do drugs with you!”)
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Personally, I think 16 got it right most of the time, enthusiastically, unironically embracing whatever teen girls were into. This is entirely due to the 20 year reign of the magazine’s editor-in-chief, Gloria Stavers, who presided over a golden age of teen fandom.
While 16 hyped its fair share of bubblegum acts and teen idols that never really caught on outside of the pages of the teen magazine world, Stavers also regularly catered to teens who had more offbeat tastes, and preferred their HUGE FULL COLOR PIN UPS to feature the likes of Leonard Nimoy, Jonathan (Barnabas Collins) Frid or Iggy Pop. Stavers also personally penned an obituary for Lenny Bruce for the magazine.
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