Dear E. Jean: My boyfriend is a freeloader, a moocher, and a lazy bum who’s depleting my groceries, my toiletries (my $30 shampoo!), and my patience. He clings to me 24-7. If I say, “Let’s take some time away from each other,” he refuses. The longest he’s gone without seeing me—I send him to his
Hey…just a heads up. Design firm Wolfgang & Hite has debuted a saucy line of pleasure products based on buildings in New York City’s new $25 billion Hudson Yards complex, including ribbed butt plugs and dildos with clitoral stimulators all in a bubblegum pink hue. The collection is intended as a “critique of both the
The routine was this: Tom dropped the baby off at a daycare in downtown Manhattan on his way to work. At 3 o’clock, I picked the baby up and took him back home to Brooklyn. Except, on my end, it never really went like that. I’d show up on time, but then I’d linger. I’d
Dear E. Jean: I’m an architect and have been working as an independent contractor at a company for about seven months. I love the place, and my boss has assured me that I will receive a full-time offer at the end of next quarter. Meanwhile, I want to be prepared for negotiations. I’m pretty tight
When she tries to remember the feeling, she thinks of Drew*, a grad student with golden hair she dated in her mid-20s. He’d bound down the stairs to her basement apartment carrying tiny chocolate frogs for her; hours later, they’d fall asleep in her bed with their lips still touching, a messy tangle of sheets
Christian Harder There’s no doubt that Western films, with their tales of fearless cowboys, horse riding and homes on the range, have romanticized the classically American way of life—and for good reason. Not only is the landscape a breathtaking sight, but their style—both personally and on their ranches—has become iconic around the world. Case in
Somewhere in the homogenized ether that is Millennial Instagram, lurking among the Monstera plants and pool floats, the #friyays and #OOTDs, the Kardashian-adjacent hairstylists and ads for detox tea, you may have noticed a markedly different kind of influencer popping up with increasing frequency. Maybe you’ve scrolled past an image she posted of her favorite
Getty + Design by Mia Feitel Evolution has been mostly great for humans. It got us to stand upright, pinch things between our thumbs and forefingers, and develop life-sustaining tools like those scalp massager things you get at the mall. Notably, evolution also made us starry-eyed about babies. Even though babies are sticky, wet and
NEON SIGN: TINA FINEBERG/AP; AUDIENCE CLOSE-UP: ANDREW WHITE/REDUX; “ALL OF HEAVEN IS BEHIND YOU”: NICOLETTE KAPP; REMAINING IMAGES: ANTHONY DEVER It’s 7 p.m. on a Friday, and across New York City, happy hours are winding down and group chats are lighting up. Outside the Kings Theatre in Flatbush, Brooklyn, hundreds of young women are standing
Dear E. Jean: Losing my boyfriend is my top fear. We’ve been together a year, and he’s so wonderful, always making me laugh and feel valued. But I’m turning into the kind of girl-friend I absolutely despise. I’m jealous of the other people in his life. We’re both working our first jobs out of college
There is something about traveling exclusively with women that amplifies the feeling of freedom brought on by vacation. For one, there is less compromise: activities you may have to beg a male partner to do are a given part of the itinerary when traveling with female friends. Want to do a local pilates class? Same.
Dear E. Jean: My twin sister is rude, obnoxious, condescending, and uses any opportunity (public or private) to vent about how I’ve “let her down,” never buy her presents, etc. It’s embarrassing and hurtful. She now includes my fiancé in her barrage of cruelties. When I’m around her, I am generally anxious and upset. So,
Dear E. Jean: Two men have proposed marriage in the past few months. The choice: Sweet, sensitive, emotionally available man who couldn’t get a successful career to save himself; or, exciting, powerful moneymaker who makes me laugh but with whom I’ll have to endure massive ego struggles? E. Jean: Neither. When a woman falls in
Dear E. Jean: My sister is a teetotaler, which would be fine if she didn’t regularly lecture those of us who drink about how we are “poisoning” ourselves, “heading to an early demise,” etc. It’s especially frustrating because none of us drink more than two glasses of wine or beer at a family shindig, and
Dear E. Jean: I’m ready to send out invitations to my wedding. It will be small and elegant—just close friends and family. I’m hesitating about mailing an invitation to one of my oldest friends. He’s a hoot and my family loves him, but let him have two drinks and he gets loud and lewd, propositions
Dear E. Jean: For the past four months, I’ve been seeing a wonderful, smart, funny man. My mother is worried because I’m 22 and he’s 32. He also has two small children from a previous affair and spent 10 months in prison. I understand her concern and anxiety—I do! But should that stop me from
Dear E. Jean: What’s the best course of action after being fired? With six great years at a company, I was canned because I played a practical joke. (I hid my supervisor’s glue stick. Yes. It’s utterly ridiculous.) The supervisor, who I thought was my friend and someone I could joke with, decided to make
I wish we had a husband,” I said to my wife. She was 32 weeks pregnant, and I was carrying the lion’s share of our groceries back to our apartment, three blocks over and one street up. I had surprised myself when I first said this phrase a few weeks earlier, practically spitting it out.
Dear E. Jean: I’m a magnet for men and women. And I don’t quite know what to do about it. I look androgynous (think a Lenny Kravitz/Alicia Keys cross), and I’m friendly, generous, flirty, and confident. I like to cook, and I also have a trust fund and a decent career as a trader. Is
Dear E. Jean: I’ve finally found him! The man who has it all! I’m madly in love and have never been so happy. There’s just one problem. I also have a chance to move to the Big Apple, something I’ve been dreaming of my whole life. He hates New York and refuses to move. Do
Dear E. Jean: I’m a 28-year-old television news producer in Atlanta, and I met a guy (a creative director at an ad agency) two weeks ago in a bar. We had fantastic chemistry. After dancing half the night, we went back to my place. It all felt so good until he took his shirt off.
Dear E. Jean: Last year I met an adorable fellow at a bar. One thing led to another, and we ended up going home together that night. We saw each other off and on for several weeks, then he dumped me, saying I was too young for him. I’m 24. He’s 31. Six months later,
Travel is one part ritual and one part adventure. For social media nomads like Kait VanHoff, the sweet spot—read: that perfect photo opp, the memorable exchange, or an unexpected souvenir—lies somewhere between the two. For VanHoff’s latest advenure—a trip to Belfast, a bustling city in Northern Ireland—she invited ELLE.com along for the ride. Seasoned travelers
Dear E. Jean: Should I leave everything and go on a road trip? I’m 27, with an okay job (but no promotions or salary increases in five years), and I’m still living with my parents. Last year, I read Cheryl Strayed’s Wild and started fantasizing about driving across the country on a great American adventure.