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In an era of television, computers, and cellular devices, one source of information exists to remind us that they can’t all be winners. That source is called a “zine.”
Zines are short magazines that incorporate text, doodles, and images to serve as a canvas to the punk subculture of the 70s and 80s. They are not mass-produced, instead self-published with few copies in circulation.
These have varying focuses; some attack civil issues and others contain comedic content. Because there is no better source of this information. I suppose it’s better than whipping out the old soap box, but it’s still pretty primitive.
According to The Guardian, “These products of teen rebellion stand in direct opposition to what older generations assume about millennials.” Yet the majority of teens have no idea what zines are. The only reason I do is because they were introduced to me by my English teacher. They lived in the 1970s and 1980s and died in the 1990s thanks in part to the internet. This art form is like a decapitated chicken; its head has been cleaved from its body, yet the body is still running around, desperately clinging to life as its blood gushes from the wound.