A few weeks ago, someone I know in publishing mentioned that Venus Zine founder Amy Schroeder sold her publication in 2006. Like Crystal Method, I guess I didn't know. The new owners are Anne Brindle and Marci Sepulveda, the ladies behind Chicago Agent Magazine. That's right--they're in real estate--which is so totally synonymous with indie culture and the underground, right?
The downward spiral of Venus Zine makes sense in this context. I picked up the latest issue earlier this week, which unequivocally convinced me I am so right about everything I've said about Venus in the past. I was nauseous and embarrassed for them when I saw the piece about Amelie Gillette, who serves up self-indulgent, pointless, and poorly written derivative shit every week for the fucktardedly sexist, racist, classist The Onion.
Punk Planet and Clamor drop like flies, but the newly lame Venus flourishes. The gods do have their revenge! BUST, they of the School of Fuck Me Shoe Feminism, stopped being a contender a long time ago. That's why Bitch is more important than ever.
08 May 2008
It should be no surprise that I come out in favor of hankies. I bought a blue flowered one recently during a Saturday trip to Fischberger's. Shucks, I'm just a retro kinda girl in some ways. I felt so old-timey a few weeks back in my striped hat and 1940s coat ensemble avec hanky--of course. Which is oh, so appropriate since I was rereading Summer of My German Soldier. A hanky in my jeans pocket makes me feel so genteel and European, yessiree. My summer style plans include appropriating gents' suspenders and square-folded hanky to rock the girl-with- menswear flava.