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.
Dear E. Jean: I recently started to see a man who’s wonderful and so right for me in nearly every way. But he cannot fall asleep in the same bed with me! He says he “can’t sleep” with someone next to him. He’s so snugly, so affectionate, and good at the things one does in
Dear E. Jean: I have a wonderful two-year-old who is the absolute light of my life, and a husband I adore. I love being a mom and desperately wish to expand our family. However, I have suffered three miscarriages in the past 10 months (despite testing and treatment for a blood-clotting disorder linked to miscarriage),
Dear E. Jean: I’m 26 and building my career in New York City as a hairdresser. The owner of the salon where I work is a very successful guy and has been featured in several fashion magazines for his amazing product line. But he’s so busy promoting his line he’s never at the salon! A
Dear E. Jean: Can you clarify the Girl Code? I’ve been finding myself in some questionable situations over the past couple of years that somehow or other always come down to potential violations of the Girl Code. I may be out of it—I’m 28; you’d think I’d have a clue—but what are the rules among
Dear E. Jean: I’ve got a money problem, and I’m really ticked right now. While I toil away at my just-out-of-college first job, my boyfriend, who has been working for four years, makes a lot more money than I do. I’m trying to stick to a budget, but my boyfriend makes it hard. I’ve cut
Getty/Design by Mia FeitelGet ready for a flood of feelings…well, make that a tsunami. July’s emotionally charged eclipses sweep in on the 2nd and 16th, bringing unexpected developments and rapid changes. Deep breaths: Some of these surprises can be pleasant! (In fact, we’re hoping all of them are.) But it’s hard to predict exactly how
Dear E. Jean: I’m a teacher, unmotivated, unhappy, and lost in a sea of standardized tests. I can’t help dreaming of a new career involving my creativity and passion! But, at 30, am I too old to start over? E. Jean: Seventy is the best age for starting over (tough old eggs have nothing to
Dear E. Jean: I had a brief affair with a musician this year and fell so deeply in love, I now have a huge problem. I work as a journalist, and I know I have no future with him and that I must stop. Yet I keep texting him to “Come over!” He told me
In 2016, Katie* had just started her first clinical rotation for the Yale School of Medicine. For six weeks, she would work in Bridgeport Hospital’s ob-gyn department, during which time she’d be shepherded in and out of operating rooms by residents and attending physicians. Katie, then 28, rarely met patients before their surgeries. Instead, the
Dear E. Jean: My best friend constantly talks about how pretty she is. I’m not kidding. We can spend two hours together and the first hour is spent discussing how pretty she looks tonight, and the second hour is devoted to how pretty she looked last night and oh by the way, did you see
Each time we see a turtle wearing a six-pack ring as a statement necklace or a hermit crab living in a plastic bottle cap, we’re reminded of how much our wastefulness impacts the environment. There are a zillion ways to go greener—and just as many zero-waste influencers to make you feel guilty about your choices—but
We regret to inform you that one man’s ruse to find love by advertising himself as a “Latter-day Saints millionaire looking for his wife” on ten billboards along a Salt Lake City, Utah, highway did, in fact, sort of work. A month after first reporting on the unidentified bachelor’s unusual search for a s/o, 20
Dear E. Jean: You’ve probably received letters like this ad infinitum, but here is mine. I’ve just had my first real, true heartbreak, and I don’t know where to go from here. Everything was lovely and beautiful, and I was the happiest I’ve ever been—until one day, a girl from his past returned. I trusted
Dear E. Jean: I’m in love with a wonderful man. We laugh, talk, inspire, and support each other. We hug, we shag, we cuddle. He’s the one who understands me best. But when he asked me to marry him, I said no. Marriage to me is a death sentence, a path to a joyless, sexless
Jun 14, 2019 Depending on who you ask, Instagram has either revolutionized travel or ruined it completely. On the one hand, it’s a great motivator to stop scrolling, get outside, and go do! On the other, it can lead to a gnawing sense of envy—and, yeah, okay, overcrowding. But going somewhere just “for the Insta”
Dear E. Jean: I can’t even be in the same room with my girlfriend without getting an erection. These past two years with her have been the best of my life. She’s tall, beautiful (on a scale of one to 10, she’s a 12, on a bad day), experienced, intelligent, and wealthy; she drives a
Dear E. Jean: I’ve always struggled with self-confidence, at least professionally. Fortunately, I’m pleased that my career is flourishing at a prestigious law firm. However, I have a female colleague who publicly maligns my ideas. (This has been a running theme for an entire year.) She approves of nothing I do and barely hides her