My journey of self-discovery began quite unexpectedly at the age of 11 during a routine grocery shopping trip. While my mother was engrossed in the produce aisle, I wandered over to the magazine section, where a vibrant publication with “BOP” in bold, pink letters caught my attention. This teen fan magazine had crossed my path before, but on this particular day, it felt like a revelation. Although Kirk Cameron graced the cover, it was a small image of Michael J. Fox at the bottom that captivated me entirely.
I was a dedicated viewer of Family Ties, but it wasn’t until I saw Michael’s charming expression that I understood my fascination. Every evening at 7:30 p.m., I would sneak into my parents’ room to watch reruns, preferring the solitude of their small television to the communal living room. The moment I laid eyes on that magazine cover, my heart raced with a mix of confusion and excitement—I realized I was smitten. I had to possess that magazine.
The $1.95 price tag was daunting, and I anticipated my mother’s disapproval. I gathered the courage to ask, only to receive her typical “Maybe later,” a clear indication of a firm no. Before placing the magazine back on the rack, I flipped through its pages, fatefully landing on a pull-out mini poster of Michael J. Fox. Overwhelmed by my burgeoning emotions, I made a rash decision: I took the poster.
A voice of conscience urged me to stop, but the allure of young love prevailed. I carefully extracted the poster, ensuring it remained intact. My heart raced as I imagined being apprehended for my impulsive act. Yet, once I returned home and saw Michael’s face, guilt quickly faded away. I tucked the poster away, positioning it under a textbook to flatten the creases, then secured it in my Trapper Keeper to admire during school hours.
However, one poster was simply insufficient. A few days later, I returned to the grocery store, discovering yet another issue of BOP featuring Michael. This time, it boasted a centerfold of him looking effortlessly cool in jeans and a white shirt. My impulsivity took hold again, and I couldn’t resist taking it.
Fortunately, my shoplifting phase ended after that encounter, as guilt nearly consumed me. Yet, my obsession with Michael J. Fox memorabilia had only just begun. I sought out every poster and article available, quickly realizing I needed more than just BOP to satisfy my cravings. Other magazines like Tiger Beat offered exciting extras, including wallet-sized cutouts.
Soon, I had saved enough money to purchase my first magazine legitimately, dissecting it for every Michael J. Fox image I could find. By the time New Kids on the Block rose to fame, my enthusiasm for teen magazines reached new heights. I no longer limited myself to grocery stores, as a classmate named Jamie had access to magazines from his stepmother’s bookstore. He sold the coveted Big Bopper magazine, renowned for its large centerfolds, at discounted prices.
Yes, I had my own dealer. I admit it.
Despite my walls being plastered with posters—one wall dedicated to group photos of New Kids on the Block, another showcasing individual members, and a special place for my unrequited love, Donnie Wahlberg—I continually felt the need for more. One morning, I approached Jamie eagerly, only to find he had only a fashion magazine and a skateboarding publication. Frustrated, I demanded to know where the good magazines were, and upon learning another girl had purchased them, I felt a surge of jealousy and indignation.
I recognized my obsession had spiraled out of control. After apologizing to the girl for my behavior, I decided to step back from my magazine addiction. I let my subscription to Super Teen lapse and stopped reaching out to Jamie as he showcased his latest finds. By the end of the school year, most of my posters had come down, leaving only a few of Donnie, which were later replaced by a single large poster of Mark Wahlberg in his iconic Calvin Klein underwear.
Looking back, I hold a mix of nostalgia and embarrassment for that chapter of my life. I remember the thrill of my youthful innocence and the lengths I went to for a poster, paired with the guilt of my earlier choices. To Jamie and to the girl who discovered a poster missing from her magazine: I sincerely apologize. It was me—your teenage magazine thief.
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Summary
Dr. Elaine Thompson reflects on her youthful obsession with teen magazines and posters, particularly those featuring Michael J. Fox. This nostalgic narrative explores the thrill and missteps of adolescence, highlighting the mix of innocence and impulsiveness that often accompanies the journey of self-discovery.