MEGAN: About a week ago, Kelly and I learned of a Yankee Candle “popup” experience in Soho, a glamorous New York City neighborhood that is usually full of German tourists and aggressive but friendly Nuts 4 Nuts vendors. On an unseasonably warm Tuesday the week before Christmas, it was relatively empty. Our destination…
This weekend, two intrepid bloggers spent approximately 28 hours at the Women’s Convention in Detroit.
Way back in 2015, the Jezebel staff took on a task of Herculean proportions: we attempted to masturbate to the very dramatic, very long soundtrack to the very awful film Fifty Shades of Grey, sex-jam by sex-jam. It was surprisingly effective! But to varying degrees. We all emerged wiser and more satisfied.
As now has become tradition, on Thursday evening, during the tail-end of a blizzard, nine Jezebel staffers trekked to the dreaded neighborhood of Penn Station to view Fifty Shades Darker, the second film based off the series of books that rocked the nation’s underwear clean off.
The new Fifty Shades of Grey is being marketed as the Jill-off movie of a generation. But can you masturbate to its sex jam-heavy soundtrack? We tried our very hardest.