Dear editor of Sugar magazine. Do you know what affect your magazine is having on teenage girls? Are you aware of the consequences?
Dear Sir or Madam, I am writing to you regarding my concern about your magazine, 'Sugar'. Firstly, I am a teenager, a girl. My name is Mary Kate and I am currently 14 years old. I was born in Newham, Britain. Thus, as a teenager, I have a very good understanding of what teenage girls like and what interests them. I was appalled when I saw the front cover of your magazine and could never have guessed it was for teenagers without reading the articles, puff and pug. Do you know what affect your magazine is having on teenage girls? Are you aware of the consequences? My first impression of the magazine was that it was utterly vulgar and very unpleasing for teenagers. I was absolutely disgusted and disappointed to see the magazine mainly about fashion and appearance. As a British teenager, I know that most girls like to take interest into fashion as surveys show 89% of teenage girls in Britain spend their savings on improving their appearance. However, the way in which you have portrayed this implies that this is the only aspect important in a girl's life. This is a stereotypical judgement! The content of the cover lines had really shocked me. In addition, you had claimed that your target audience were teenagers but I was unable to see any real teenage related issues that can help teenagers. Therefore I thought it was my duty to bring this to your attention. Nevertheless, I
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A slave's Diary Day 1 The worst possible has happened I have had my home stricken from me by a white skinned demon and am now delimited to a water bound hell. Each lapping wave from the tempestuous sea that carries us to our unknown destination takes a small part of my resolve in its wake. I am fettered to a long pole and my movements are restricted by a chain which runs through the various binds of my neighbours. Once the white men took one of our number out of this place, although I think that it is not out of any form of kindness as he came back pained the smell of burning flesh following close behind. I sit here next to members of the mugimbi tribe and as such there is not much for conversation; the chafing of my binds burns me just as many a question burns my mind. What is this place? Why are we here? Is this hell? Am I dead? I hope that the answers will come to me before long because I sense that I will not be leaving this place soon. Day 12 I am still locked in this place. It has become difficult to distinguish night from day, to distinguish the smell of decay emitting from the first of our number to pass away, mostly children, and the smell of our own excrement. But it is not the smell that bothers me it is the cacophony of children's screams and women's cries, this is inhuman! These white men must come from hell. It has become unbearable. If I do not leave this
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