At what point does punk alienation turn into narrow-minded elitism? Find out as you follow this account of a riot grrrl’s hitchhiking odyssey from Montreal to Olympia to participate in Ladyfest. I will grant that it’s a nice thing to be young, enlightened and vegan, and that it’s frustrating when the rest of the world, outside of Olympia, insists on being paunchy, carnivorous, ignorant and working-class. But I still think it’s boring and unfair to devote the better part of 34 pages to levelling accusations of sexism, racism, homophobia, tedium and creepiness, without corroborating evidence, at all the people who give you lifts and put you up as you cart your grrrl-style revolution across the country. Then again, it says in the introduction that this was mainly written so that everyone involved in the trip has something to look back on, so maybe I should just chill. (Wendy Banks)
journal, 35 pgs, by Victoria, ?$, 2035 Boul. St-Laurent, Montreal, QC, H2X 2T3, [email protected]