One day in 1999 I was aimlessly wandering around Borders and picked up a magazine with Jenneane Garafolo on the cover. I bought the magazine because Jenneane was funny, smart and a feminist. I remember the excitement bubbling over me, as I sat in the back seat during the car ride home and began to look more intently at the magazine. It was fierce, it was female, it was feminist. And I had never seen a glossy magazine anything like this before! I felt totally validated and in that moment I had officially fallen in love with Bust. A decade later, my love affair continues and I haven't missed an issue yet.
I even remember getting into an intense debate with an anarchist hardcore girl in college about how she was boycotting Bust since they started featuring "mainstream" advertisements. I argued that they were an amazing independent women's magazine, who had a staff to support!
Fast forward to today. I was sick and dragging myself home from work, when I thought I saw a magazine in my mailbox. As I walked up my front steps, I prayed it wasn't an IKEA catalog or something (I've been let down by this before.) I reached in my mailbox and my day was instantly brighter as I pulled out my new issue of Bust. I immediately went inside and scoured the magazine, literally cover to cover. No matter how lousy my day, I always feel better with some Bust. In the latest issue there is even an amazing fashion spread with the Vivian Girls inspired by Nancy Drew!