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I found six issues of J+C Magazine in my parent’s garage a few weekends ago. The discovery gave me a great opportunity to reconnect with my old friend, Carolyn who reminded me about our bizarre rat leg ritual.
About 15 years ago, ago in first few months of the new millennium, my best friend and I found a decomposing rat leg. We carefully brought the mangled mess of bones and fur to our elementary school, hid it in our secret outdoor ‘altar’ by the field and honored it with bright wild flowers and copious bowing peppered with giggles. We did this for weeks, months maybe, because according to our 12-year-old psyche, honoring the rat leg gave us forest powers. You know…the powers to control the weather and talk to animals.
Since kindergarten, Carolyn and I were best friends. We were inseparable, kindred spirits. This was probably because our weirdness was so compatible. For example, I liked to pee in my parent’s rose bushes (I hope my mom’s not reading this) and Carolyn really really really liked horses. As most preteen girls, Carolyn and I lived fully in our imaginations. Around the same time of our bizarre dead rat leg prayer rituals, we created a fabulously bitchy and highly sensationalist publication: J+C Magazine. Short for Jennifer and Carolyn, get it? J+C marked the greatest moment in yellow journalism since the 1910s.
Get ready for a bizarre glimpse into a time long past. through the lens of two 12 year-old suburban girls in Los Angeles as they examine mundane lives of celebrities like Nick Carter, swoon and Britney Spears, goddess. Armed with nothing but scissors, a glue stick and a stack of People Magazines, J+C reveal the wacky pop culture world of the early 2000s.
This will be a series that I will release every week for the next 6 weeks.
Enjoy and stay weird! And for the record, I no longer pray to rat legs.