Last week Marie Kondo, the woman who taught us all to throw things away that don’t spark joy, announced that she was starting a Goop-like lifestyle site that would sell—wait for it—things for our homes. (One of the storage containers on her site is $45; a tea container is $200.) But Kondo’s timing is actually

It started with a bouquet of flowers. They were delivered to my desk on a dreary Wednesday afternoon. They were excessive, over-the-top, bright red roses and waxy lilies shedding petals all over my keyboard. I had to dig through thorny stems to locate the card, which was scrawled with a saccharine message. You’d be forgiven

In 2019, navigating the choppy waters of your love life was easier said than done. There’s the endless tide of dating apps. The fear of getting ghosted (and sneaking temptation to return the favor) persists. Even giving yourself some one-on-one intimacy has become marred by surveillance and, in some cases, animal interference. Luckily, ELLE columnist

At a recent housewarming party, I overheard a table of women casually complaining about the frequency with which their household pets have destroyed their sex toys. The tone was disturbingly nonchalant. “This can’t be really happening,” I thought. How wrong I was. Dogs and cats are eating our sex toys every day, around the clock.

Monday night, Cipriani Wall Street played host to denim-clad doctors, financiers and celebrities as The Basser Center celebrated their third Jean Bash. The biennial gala focuses on individuals making change in breast cancer awareness, research and prevention. Dr. Amy Gutmann, President of the University of Pennsylvania, opened the evening, quieting a crowd of over 1,000

With JLaw’s nuptials to art-world cutie Cooke Maroney behind her, and the recent announcement of Jenny Slate’s engagement to Ben Shattuck, a new boyfriend paradigm has emerged, inspiring us all to spend more time gallery hopping, and less time at the bars. Unlike archetypes of boyfriends past — the Investment Banker, the Silicon Valley Tech

Stepping onto the Peloton Tread for the first time is like stepping onto a spaceship—it’s roomy, bright, and futuristic. In front of you is a massive 32-inch HD touch screen that displays live classes where you can virtually give your classmates high-fives and compete for ranks. So, a friendly-yet-competitive spaceship. Plagued by an acute case

. Natalie Holbrook’s first Instagram post after her marriage ended was simple: three pink roses in a pitcher on a pale pine table. “When life gets crazy intense and stuff gets thrown all over everywhere,” the caption said, “pictures of flowers can help. I am hoping. Courage, knuckleheads!” Natalie’s followers assumed the post was about

“Can pee; will pee” has been something of my unofficial personal motto for as long as I’ve been potty trained. Ever since diapers stopped being an essential part of my ‘OOTD,’ my everyday routine has been punctuated by a staggering amount of trips to the bathroom. On a long-haul flight, I’m up and down in

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

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

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

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: 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

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’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.

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: 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

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

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