My Lost Love Of Teenage Magazines
My Lost Love Of Teenage Magazines – Snogging, Celeb Crushes And Problem Pages…
Who else had a love of teenage magazines when they were younger?
A snapshot of me, aged 14 and a half (as dutifully recorded in my Just 17 yearbook):
- What I like: dying my hair, boys with six packs
- What I don’t like: nuclear testing, nuclear bombs, exams
- Distinguishing features: lots of earrings!
- Favourite film star: Keanu Reeves, fit!!!!*
Are Teenage Magazines Gone For Good?
I was sad to read yesterday that More! magazine is to close after 25 years. I was never a regular reader, put off by the in-your-face blatancy of the position of the fortnight (although I’d always read someone else’s copy, of course). But as well as the loss of a magazine that lots of girls still love and reflection of the print media landscape as a whole, I was sad because teenage magazines like More! played a huge part in my adolescence. And is this something young people of Eliza’s era will now never know?
My Teenage Love Of Teen Mags
I loved magazines when I was younger. Loved them. And there were loads: Sugar, Mizz, More!, Minx, Bliss, 19, and my all-time first love and favourite, Just-17. I loved the glamour and gossip, the clothes, celebrities, problem pages and features. They made me want to move to London and shop in the legendary giant Topshop, and inspired me to want a career in journalism (a plan quickly shelved post-degree when I needed to pay my own rent). They introduced a whole new world that was miles away from Shropshire, orchestra practise and homework.
As well as playing such a big part in my formative years, I do think teenage magazines really had and have a huge role to play in terms of knowledge and information. They fill the wide gap between *the chat* with your mum, and real, adult life – with Judy Blume’s classic Forever thrown in along the way of course (I smirk whenever I see ‘Ralph’ included on baby name lists). In our pre-internet times, it was where you found out about everything when you didn’t have an older sister.
There were always accusations of them being too racy and shockingly sexual, and they probably were to an adult onlooker, But thinking back to the ones I read, although there was a lot of boy-crazy talk of crushes and snogging, they were very responsible – the message was always, be your own person, never be pressured into anything at all.
What’s The Future For Our Future Teenagers?
Of course there are now blogs, websites, e-books and digital magazines. But you don’t get the anticipation of waiting for them to be delivered by the paper boy each week, riffling through them, hunched over in a way so your mum couldn’t see, and ripping the posters out to blu-tack on your wall, do you? And you don’t get to carry them around in your school rucksack like a badge of honour, or keep them in a pile in your room that no-one was allowed to touch, especially NOT younger brothers (“Muuuuuum, he’s in here AGAIN!”).
Who knows what the media landscape will look like when Eliza becomes a teenager? But like old-school technology, it’s sad to think there’s a whole part of my life that she – and her friends – may never get to find out about.
* All words and punctuation my own, sadly.