I probably would have bought this zine solely based on the intro. "Destiny has made me better with words than with feelings. I write to remember the things I will forget...." What better reason is there to read the thoughts of Kelli than to share in those memories?

Far from just a simpering perzine, though, That Girl #10 is like living someone's life vicariously -- someone with a much more adventurous life than you. Within the pages of this issue, she moves back to LA from San Francisco, gives motherly advice, shows off the sketch of the tattoo her mother thinks she should get, and explores America from the windows of a train that she takes from coast to coast. You meet people you may normally have never thought of saying hello to.

And best, you get to spend the day on the set of the Sally Jessy Raphael show. She went -- watched the parade of freaks and their Queen, and lived to write about it, including the ticket stub as illustration.

There are a lot of pictures of the author in this issue. Not that this is a bad thing. There are drawings and pictures and found objects -- giving TG a scrapbook feel.

One of the best quotes, so good I couldn't help but mention it, is the story of her ex-boyfriend. After watching television because neither of them had the forwardness to say, "Screw TV, let's make out," she writes the tale. "The last boy I kissed," she begins, "reminds me of PeeWee Herman."

Oh, my.

Definitely worth a look, this zine is all of $2, postpaid, c/o That Girl, P.O. Box 170612, San Francisco, CA 94117. Picking it up is recommended.

[ by Elizabeth Badurina ]