I've always wondered why Seventeen is, well, called Seventeen. Why not sixteen? Is eighteen too intimidating of an age to younger readers?
The logical explanation, of course, is that the magazine addresses all the issues that a typical seventeen-years-old girl would be interested -- and indeed, I do believe the magazine does an excellent job.
However, it was (is?) not until I, as a seventeen-years-old, experienced freedom did I understand the significance of being seventeen. You're not quite an adult, but you feel like you've left your childhood behind (Britney Spear's "I'm not a girl, not yet a woman" rings into my head). It's an awkward stage of adolescence: of college applications, of first (or second or third) loves, of fights with your parents, of all-nighters, of apologies -- and hopefully, of non-stop girl talk.
I'm starting to sound overwhelmingly cheesy, but being seventeen is underrated. Sweet Sixteen is glorified in American pop culture (MTV's My Super Sweet Sixteen, anyone?) and Legal Eighteen is technically adulthood -- yet, being seventeen is just as monumental.
It can be an awkward age -- no kidding, ask Casey of Teen Fashionista or Connie of Pretty Legit, they've encountered my brand of awkwardness. I, personally, have never felt such an urgency to figure myself out and grow up until this year.
That said, I do think Seventeen is aptly named -- there are so many facets to being seventeen that I didn't realize for a long time. I used to (uselessly) scoff and say, "What's the point of being seventeen? Why not just skip to eighteen?" Now I know why.