I briefly mentioned this book in the links a while back, but that didn’t seem like quite enough attention to pay to something so great: my pal Jennifer Romolini is getting a ton of good press for Weird in a World That’s Not, and it is well-deserved (and I do not just say that because I appear prominently—and unnamed—in her chapter about working at a big-time fashion magazine). Anyone who’s interested in reading the story of one woman’s anything-but-straight path to the top of her field, written in a hilarious and achingly human voice—will want to pick this up. By the end, you’ll wish you were her friend, and I’m so happy I am.
I’m just curious, because my hunch is a decent number of you were devotees of the greatest teen mag of all time (if I may say so), and I’m beginning to plumb the depths of my memory for that chapter of the book, digging through old copies and such. Tell me what the magazine meant to you, what the most memorable features were, who your favorite staffer was (it’s OK if it was Christina and not me; everyone loved Christina best). And what was the best cover, in your opinion? I find it impossible to choose just one, but this was right up there.
My mom Eve turns 80 today. Here is a picture of her and my dad that I’m guessing is from some time in the 70s. A family friend posted it on Facebook just yesterday, and I’m including it not because of the wonderfulness of my parents’ union—they divorced—but because I think she looks so beautiful here. My mother is—cliche but true—a beautiful person both inside and out, a person whose only ambition for her children is that they be happy and make their own dreams come true. She charms people wherever she goes. I’ve been inspired by her independence, her engagement with the world, her humor, and her kindness. She took up meditation in her 70s. And—admirably—did not crater when my stepfather died, but stayed active and beyond lively: last New Year’s Eve, she went to three parties—that’s three more than me—and does not want for suitors, even though she’s got little interest in them. For over 30 years, she’s been my only parent: I haven’t always been easy, and she’s handled the worst that I can dish out with grace and dignity. I love her a lot, and you would too. She reads this blog every day, so join me in wishing her the best, won’t you?
I was born in Houston, Texas in 1964 and have lived in New York City since 1988. I had a long career in magazines, working at Sassy, Elle, New York, and Spin, and in 2000, I founded Lucky magazine, which I edited for ten years.