What is a Mookychick?
Message from the editor
Hello there. I'm Magda Knight. I'm the editor and captainess of Mookychick, having co-created it in 2006 with the lovely Miss Amanda. If you check our messageboard community, you'll see that Mookychick is more than the sum of its parts. All our members actively help each other, like victorian sisters - and you won't find a wittier, prettier, thinkier, fierier or kinder bunch anywhere.
I wanted to create an online finishing school for the alternative young miss of today. I knew there were lots of alternative girls - and women - and, hell, boys and men too - out there who didn't want to constrict themselves with a label, but knew they were somehow part of a tribe. Any label can hold you back, even if it's a cool one like goth, emo, geek or vixen. It's time to transcend the labels and recognise you belong to a greater tribe - one that's drawn to the alternative in many forms, and one that appreciates humour, intelligence, beauty and downright sexiness in all aspects of life and growing older - even if the beauty's hard to recognise at first.
Mookychicks are feminists, of course. That goes without saying. I look forward to a day when talking about feminism is really, really boring. Boring because it's redundant. Redundant because it's as pointless as turning to the stranger next to you and going, "Do you like breathing? Cor, breathing's brilliant, isn't it? Wow, wouldn't it be amazing if we lived in a world where everyone breathed and thought breathing was really, really briliant? Can you even imagine such a giddy and utopian world?"
Yes. I look forward to that day. The day when feminism is boring. Unfortunately, that day is not yet here.
I love being asked questions, so if you'd like to ask me anything, whether it's for an interview or for general advice, just email me on firstname.lastname@example.org. I'll be happy to reply.
Lovely. But what IS this Mookychick you speak of?
I see. And what does it mean to be 'mooky'?
adj. moo·ky·er, moo·ki·est
Can be used (very broadly) in street slang for any particularly wonderful inanimate objects eg, 'That's a mooky pair of strides you're sporting, missy' or 'My, those strawberries look mooky enough for my strawberry daquiris' etc.
To be called a Mookychick (n) is verily an honour most high. Indeed, the mooky state of earthborn demi-goddess of the cool and quirky is something of which we all aspire. However, as the mookychick tribe is not totally exclusive, we urge all wannabes to fake it till you make it. It may take hours of practice, but is well worth the effort. You can up your mook-factor by putting on cool sunglasses and some impossibly high heels every morning, possibly nekkid, looking in the mirror and reciting the following affirmation: "I am mooky, I'm the bitchin'est mookychick in the whole damn universe, I'm an unstoppable army of one and I rock my world." You may like to try different accents for a more cosmopolitan, international mooky vibe. We recommend Mexican. Yi yi yi!
Here is an excerpt from a little-known book of hippy-cool, beatnik style from the late 50s, which may give the wannabe mookychick a few helpful pointers:
"This chick walked into the party, head held high. Suddenly the whole world as we know it stopped spinning and orbited just round this cool babe's shades. Stealthily, she moved from one person to the next speaking in a different language to each, everyone captivated by her sharply-crafted wit, her confident ease in flitting from subject to subject. Everyone dug her vibe, man. Sure, she was mooky..."
The highest accolade one can give to a human with a penis between his legs is to call him a mookyduke. Or a mookychap. Or a mookybloke. Or a nice non-gender-sensitive mook. We're not really up for misandry here at Mookychick. We've never met a person that didn't have dreams, fears or desies, regardless of their gender.
Pooky (adj) - opposite of mooky. Dull, thick, uninspired, conservative, boring, lacklustre, small-minded.
Basically, can be used for anything or anyone you don't really like.
How are you feeling? Pooky.
Do you like my new clothes? No. They're pooky.
Do you want your last bit of cake? No, it's made of something unnaturally foul and tastes impossibly pooky.
A final message of love from us to you
One day we woke up with a hangover and thought "our hair looks crap. But yesterday it looked FANTASTIC. And every boozy spot on our face is grateful it's been able hang out with us for awhile."
Every day can be this beautiful. Let's make every day a mookychick day.