Colette was a high school sophomore when she published #8 of her long-running zine. I was taken with the maturity of some her writing, contrasted with lots of less mature, but totally teen-charming "I'm just as much of an adult as any other adult" statements, hatred of high school and general know-nothing know-it-all-itude. I'm not knocking it; I was the worst about that stuff when I was a kid and teen.
I love this; it's so smart, thoughtful and true:
the funny thing about writing what i really feel in zines is that it is all outdated by the time it is read. it leaves my body via pen or typewriter keys & it gets laid down on these pages and is read...& i have changed & it is pieces of me & what i have been at different moments. in this zine i have written, for example, about romance and being afraid of losing myself...but i don't have those fears anymore and the words leave a stain. i let them remain on the paper. they are not a lie. they are very true, but my focus changes. i have written millions of opinions, they may change or grow or dissolve yet they will remain on the page for you to read.
And this, because shit--cereal is expensive!
If I really had no qualms about shoplifting as a recreational activity (& I had the means) I wouldn't steal dumb stuff like make-up and candy and cigarettes...I would steal a photocopy machine and a hollow-body bass and boxes of expensive breakfast cereals.