I learned the truth from Seventeen, part 2Posted: December 29, 2013
Clearly I didn’t listen to you last year, dear readers, when you voted for me to coldly send my collection of 80’s-era Seventeen magazines to the garbage dump, like so many vegetables after weeks in my crisper. Well, I’m going to review an additional issue (December 1985) and give you another chance to do the right thing. Follow your heart, wink wink.
We begin our journey with an ad for FDS: Feminine Deodorant Spray.
The FDS Woman. Always nice to be near. Because she doesn’t smell like ass. And look at how unflattering the hot pink balloon pants are on that gal in the front — no wonder people think she might stink, she could fit a colostomy bag in there!
Perhaps most offensive to me about this picture is that some rando in the crowd is holding pom poms. Um, I don’t think so Biff: only the cheerleaders on the field would have them, because, hello, pom poms were officially issued to us. Maintained by us, fluffed painstakingly by us. They weren’t just handed out willy-nilly to any el stinko in the bleachers.
Whoa whoa whoa… this spray is made specifically for odor of the vag variety you say? So… um… are we supposed to spray these deodorant chemicals directly on it? That doesn’t make sense because stinging.
I’m sorry… which look is supposed to be sexy?
Here’s one of the things I love about the 80’s looking back — we wanted to be women. Sophisitcated women who may or may not be wearing wigs and who have confidence enough to cover every inch of skin with fabric.
Ah, yes, finally, the reason why we all read Seventeen: for it’s scientific factoids and info about international customs.
DIY baby bob bangs, okay Seventeen, there you are.
Okay, firstly, I’m sorry, but this isn’t real estate agent Bea Montague — it’s totally Kim Dickens. And secondly — again with the clean thing! “I feel like I’ve just showered every time I tape in a Lightdays. It’s a good thing, too, because for people to love us, we teenage girls need to maintain a near antiseptic-level of cleanliness, like we’re in a hospital prepping for surgery.”
It’s okay that this is basically the haircut I have now, right?
I got my flats, I got my sparkly purse, I got my old lady comb… GLITZ, a-you been a-PUT ON!
This is a New Year’s Eve dry dip of parsley, egg whites, red peppers, egg yolks and olives. I’m guessing you’re supposed to make this if you hate all of your friends.
“Soft” tampons? Was that a thing? I only use ones made out of steel wool. And just look at that girl’s smug face, like she thinks she’s THE BEST at wearing soft tampons and only pretends to be humble when asked about it.
Ack!!! But look at this in the fine print:
“I felt cleaner, cleaner than with a pad.” Not just “cleaner,” no, “cleaner, cleaner” as if she’s pausing, really giving it some thought as to the level of clean she feels wearing these tampons. Like, okay, there exists a passable level of clean, which is disgusting, but then there’s this level of clean above that, which is extreme and acceptable.
Is it me, or were advertisers trying to scare us into thinking we were filthy? It so worked, I pretty much thought I was gross most of the time. But I can laugh about it now ha ha?
Well, what do y’all think? Have I made my argument for keeping these, or should I coldly throw these in recycling, like so many empty cartons of milk I barely rinse out beforehand?