Print Is Not Dead
What warms my heart the most is—no, not being referred to as “the best in the Gen X slacker”—that food totally takes a backseat to Henry freaking Thomas, a.k.a The Hankster, my raison d’etre of the ‘90s. Of course it’s now firmly 2011, but my life’s work is done. Dead serious.
Second best is seeing my favorite grocery store, the Western Beef in Ridgewood, Queens, in the background of my photos.
My mom is going to kill me for divulging her ‘80s penchant for eggs and bacon and taco salads for dinner. Thank god I didn’t tattle about her infamous peanut butter and margarine sandwiches.
No, it’s not online (oh, traditional print) so I’ve scanned the full article for visual proof, which is likely copyright-infringing (but, you know, anti-authority Gen Xer that I am…). Click images to see full-sized.
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Lisa: Ha, I’m actually kind of amused to imagine our mutual blog “friend” stumbling upon this. Because they almost certainly will.
Heather: Of course you’re up on your fashion magazines. But at least five people said, “Oh, L Magazine?”
I am not sure it’s an automatic assumption that I am up on my fashion magazines. I mean, have you seen me? Speaking of assumptions, I am going to assume that everyone who thought you said “L Magazine” lives in Greenpoint or Williamsburg? It is the center of the universe, of course.