Here it is. The inaugural issue of Sassy Sally: The Zine. I kind of feel like this is a hard-copy sequel to my ongoing, formerly eponymous blog.
Who is Sassy Sally? Well, ol’ Sally is kind of like my alter-ego. I think of her as a hybrid creature, comprised of Darlene Conner, Enid Coleslaw, and Daria. With a little bit of Elaine from Seinfeld thrown in for good measure. Sassy Sally is the spritely postmodern reincarnate within a world that keeps tacking on more pointless, self-negating prefixes. I think we’ve now crossed the frontier into Post-Post-Post-Modernism. Anyways, that’s the perspective from whom I write. Come to think of it, I don’t think Sassy Sally is my alter-ego, as much as she’s my analogous-ego. But with a snappier, alliterated name.
In real life, I am a multi-media and process-based visual artist. I’m vehemently obsessed with the tactile, and I love the dollar store more than anything, for its endless supply of cheap, colorful and sensory-stimulating items. I hate crowds, I’m an eternal scab-picker, I furiously write to-do lists that often include the task “write to-do list”, and dogs speak to my heart more than human beings ever could. Basically, what it comes down to is this: I am a twenty-two year old almost-BFA-grad, who is plagued with self-doubt, insecurity, and uncertainty. I fancy myself both ambitious and incredibly lazy (an archetypal quality of the Millenial generation). I don’t know how to put together an outfit properly, and more than likely, I’m threatened by you.
Maybe one day I’ll expand and get an “Ask Sassy Sally” advice column.
