Marisa Marisa Marisa

“thank you for keeping me warm and stylish since 91. you stuck with me through the good times and bad and what a long strange trip it’s been. we almost lost our virginity together when we were 14, then lost it together when we were 18, we heard the news of kurt dying, we experimented with smoking, drugs and alcohol together, you dated junco jeans and airwalk one’s for a majority of the early 90’s, we watched beavis and butthead for the first time together, we broke curfew, we broke laws, we broke hearts, we broke noses, we went through rehab together, we did art school together, we did art shows together, i received variations of you on christmas over the years from my family, you’re all over me on facebook, you kept me warm in nyc, you kept me warm through the winters back east, you kept me sweating in the summer and traveled with me across america, but now friend, it’s time to say good bye. all good things must come to an end.”

A breakup with flannel

I’ve been hurt before. It’s hard to keep putting myself out there, only to feel like I’m setting myself up for another round of disappointment and heartbreak. And yet I remain an optimist in search of The One. So could this be the San Francisco-style taqueria of my dreams? I’m curious if it’s any good.

save the date

I just got Elizabeth to commit to throwing a 90210 party with me on 9/02/10.

I might go as Andrea Zuckerman? Thank God I have ten months to decide.

I keep telling myself that at 32 I’m way too old to be considering knee socks, but they feel so right. I am chalking it up to the overall 17 Again/Freaky Friday reverse maturation process I’m riding out. See also: sitting in a cafe writing in my journal, listening exclusively to Sinead O’Connor and Nirvana Unplugged, participating in transatlantic phone calls dedicated to what color I’m going to paint my nails, making elaborate plans for communal living, wearing leopard print coats, rereading The Rachel Papers and Goodbye, Columbus. There is currently no end in sight.

doree:

meltzer:

Sometimes I like to fantasize that someone hires me to create Marisa magazine or, while we’re firmly in fantasy territory, Sassy 2.0 and I start putting together my dream team of writers and editors. (Does anyone else do this?) I think Joon would get the back page.

Please create Marisa magazine.

And you can have any position you want. Do you want to write the pet column? Emily gets food and astrology. Elizabeth gets the What Now/Cute Band Alert spread. Jon is the token boy advice columnist. Kara gets to do whatever she wants but I will force her to do a beauty story every so often.

I mean, I could do this all day.

“Even as a kindergartner, I was a Virgo.” Best line ever?

I cannot begin to express my deep, deep love for Joon’s blog. His latest entry manages to combine monogrammed Nikes, Rebecca, Lindsay Lohan on the cover of Spanish Vogue, a vintage Hole t-shirt I would probably trade my sense of smell for, and the APC/Supreme jeans collab that has “Fuck Em!” stitched on the back pocket.

Sometimes I like to fantasize that someone hires me to create Marisa magazine or, while we’re firmly in fantasy territory, Sassy 2.0 and I start putting together my dream team of writers and editors. (Does anyone else do this?) I think Joon would get the back page.

remembering the great thong panic of the '90s

Kara and Ada have a newish blog dedicated to the ’90s woman. I am so going to send them some of my own incriminating photos for their personal testimonies.