Uses For Boys isn’t a cozy YA romance and I don’t even know if there are any real answers in here for the big questions about teenage-girl loneliness and teenage-girl sexuality and teenage-girlishness, but I don’t think Scheidt is trying to give us answers. I think she’s opening a teenage-girl’s diary, flipping through and showing us a sad heartbreaker mixtape playlist amidst the blank pages. We also find a pair of worn-out Converse sneakers, a couple expertly-rolled joints, some sticky-pink lipgloss kiss prints, some handwritten loveletters from a boy. Scheidt is sitting next to us with this book in her lap, flipping and flipping through the pages, showing us things. She’s simply pointing and saying look. Look at this.
—from fickle little machine #3, 2006. i started making #4 last night.