As previously reported, I have recently splurged on not one but two items from Pat McGrath’s cosmetics collection, because even though it’s pricey, the quality—from the fashion industry’s leading make-up artist—simply cannot be beat. Right now I’m newly wearing her Lust MatteTrance lipstick in McMenamy, and it feels…
A boozy office party was starting to dwindle, and as the drunker among us were sneaking off to find dark corners and hidden alcohol reserves, the reasonable ones had switched to water. The evening had kicked off early so it felt much later than it actually was. By any standard, it was a Thursday, and we’d all have to…
So, what’s your problem? You don’t have any? OK, what’s your lover’s problem? Oh, crap, they just dumped you. Bummer. Uhh, how about your mom? What’s your mom’s problem? She’s dead!? I’m so sorry. Any problems with your boss? You’re unemployed. Hm.
Out on the street where you live, it’s finally summer. Maybe this means that the world outside your door is as hot as the surface of the sun or the trees have conspired to drown you in allergens, but regardless, winter has finally gone and died and guess what; it’s time to ride your bicycle.
Eat Pray Love was published in 2007, and ten years later its basic methodological premise—a woman travels the world looking for wisdom in unlikely places—remains powerfully commercially viable. But in the decade since Elizabeth Gilbert picked herself up off her bathroom floor and left her husband, writers (and,…
Sometimes it can be tempting to try to outrun attachments and responsibilities, at leasts for a while, but they have a tendency to catch up with you eventually, and, well, here I am writing about this Ed Sheeran person again.
A young woman was arrested at a bar in Amherst, Massachusetts early Thursday morning for allegedly interfering when police were called to the scene—to investigate an earlier incident which involved one of her friends slapping the doorman with a slice of pizza, after he refused to take it in lieu of an I.D.
This is Etiquette Monster, Jezebel’s advice column where senior writer Madeleine Davies gets worked up and starts screaming about manners. Have a question about etiquette? Email Madeleine at your own risk.
Supreme Court justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s day job certainly keeps her busy, but that doesn’t mean that she won’t occasionally moonlight as an advice columnist for the New York Times.
Dear reader, I need your help. Years ago, I bought a beautiful pair of black leather monk strap loafers from a thrift store in Wisconsin. It felt like fate—they were cheap and my size—but then...tragedy.
These days, many women walk into public bathrooms with bowels full of digested sandwiches (ew) and salads (nice) with the end goal of taking a satisfying shit.
Are you a man who is constantly frustrated, but unsure where to channel that pent up energy? Do you feel like a force beyond your control is leading you astray, yet you refuse to ask for directions? Is your personal compass always pointing North, even when you’re facing South? If you answered yes to any of these…
Dear Abby (a.k.a. Jeanne Phillips) is either really bored, really stupid, or really being ghost-written by A.I. software.
Laura Herrick, a contributor to the Kansas City Star’s “Midwest Voices” section, has some thoughts on how women can prevent rape. So many, many thoughts. At the risk of ruining the surprise: Every single one of them is bad.
If you’re somewhere between your mid twenties and thirties, you might be experiencing a serious low point in your life. A trial of confused identity, misguided purpose, and hopeless transition. And, if you’re anything like me, you feel lost, anxious, and panicked. But you’re not alone, even if it feels that way, and…