First of all, it’s been many a moon since I regularly read Seventeen, but I hope the “Traumarama” section on p. 164 is like that old feature in YM where girls would send in the most embarrassing thing that happened to them that month. It was always getting your period in white jeans, generally on a date. There was something quite comforting in reading those stories and thinking, “oh my god, that poor girl!” and then reveling in the fact that apparently it is possible to get your period in white jeans on a date and not die on the spot.
That being said, this cover kind of looks like it dates from the years that I was reading Seventeen — namely, when I was in 6th grade and it was the halcyon tail end of the 80s (yeah, yeah, some of you weren’t even born then. Let me tell you whippersnappers, it was a time when Madonna was legitimately awesome and jelly shoes were a thing the first time):
I’m never that into this particular pose — is she taking off her dress? Putting on her dress? About to wade into knee-deep water to retrieve a library book she’s tossed into the local stream with flagrant disregard for the sanctity of borrowed books? But I can tell you with great confidence that, back in 1988, this sweater dress existed, you could get it at Esprit, and it was the jam. Now? You be the judge.
[Photo: Kenneth Willardt for Seventeen]