Dear E. Jean: I recently turned to your column archive at ELLE.com to find what you suggest for getting promoted at work, because I can’t seem to catch a break in my career! But I question your advice to “suck up.” What if I’m diametrically opposed to sucking up? Does that mean I’m doomed to
Dear E. Jean: I’m not the richest or most glamorous girl on the block. I’m not able to buy whatever I please on a whim, such as the Jimmy Choo bag I’ve been saving for, but I dress stylishly and receive lots of compliments. My best friend, whom I adore, means well, but she can
Dear E. Jean: I have a delicate point of etiquette: Every year my mother-in-law tortures me during a three-week visit. I grant that she’s more accomplished and socially prominent than I, and is a better cook—but I will never give way to her in the fashion arena! Never! She tries on all my new things,
Intent on making 2018 your Best Year Ever? We can help with that, thanks to our Coach of the Month series. This January, Ellevest CEO Sallie Krawcheck will upgrade your financial health, teaching you how to make more money — and make the most of the money you have. This week, Krawcheck sets out guidelines
Last year, Andrea, 37, and her husband decided to end their marriage. It wasn’t easy. They’d been together for 17 years and had two small children. But over time, a collection of grievances and resentments had piled up under their marriage like tinder. Add to that the pressure of living in New York City: “Two
Dear E. Jean: I set up my boyfriend with his dream job through a friend of mine from college. He told me she “helped him a lot with advice” and was “very supportive.” Well, a few days after he started the job, he broke up with me. Listen to what happened next: Now I’m looking
Looking for a vacation in 2018? Dubai is a great place to stop over—there’s incredible shopping and all the luxury spa treatments you could want to kick start your relaxation—or to visit all on its own. And if you go on an amazing trip but don’t post amazing Instagrams to make all of your friends
I once passed the better part of a summer waiting for a spark to ignite with a guy whose feelings for me were mostly inscrutable, while mine never warmed above tepid. We got along well enough, were amply able to sustain a conversation, but ultimately, both of us understood we were taxiing down an endless
Welcome to “The Perfect,” ELLE.com’s weekly roundup where we lay out exactly what you’ll need for the perfect outfit, shopping list, Saturday night, or whatever it may be. In a shopping landscape where the options are endless, consider it a complete snapshot of must-haves. Ringing in a new year always feels special, and this go-around?
Dear E. Jean: The day after my houseguests arrived from Iowa, I fell off a scaffolding, broke my leg, and badly cut the other. So now I’m living on a foldout sofa in the living room with no privacy, taking heavy doses of painkillers, and feeling angry and frustrated—particularly about the horrible, messy state of
Dear E. Jean: My boyfriend is shocked when I don’t know a seventeenth-century historical event or an eighteenth-century philosopher. He sometimes belittles my taste in books and movies. Other times he simply outshines me. We both took standardized tests for law school, for example, and he scored far better. He also landed a more lucrative
Hello, E. Jean! I am a newspaperwoman on the West Coast—a young and very low-paid reporter. My boss is bipolar and goes back and forth between complimenting my work and screaming at me. My editor-in-chief is aloof and doesn’t interact with the reporters much. I receive minimal health insurance and don’t even get paid overtime.
In this age of unbridled braggadocio and deep anxiety, it’s easy to wonder who we really are. But that’s why Advice Not Given: A Guide to Getting Over Yourself (Penguin Press), by the psychiatrist and author Mark Epstein, MD, a longtime scholar of Buddhism and author of the best-seller Going to Pieces Without Falling Apart,
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Welcome to “The Perfect,” ELLE.com‘s weekly roundup where we lay out exactly what you’ll need for the perfect outfit, shopping list, Saturday night, or whatever it may be. In a shopping landscape where the options are endless, consider it a complete snapshot of must-haves. Oh, the holidays. The magic that this time of year evokes
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: This is probably the most indelicate etiquette question you’ve ever received, but here it goes: My husband and I have been married eight years, run a business together, and are good parents. He’s my best friend, and I love him! But the dude just won’t shower. This has been a problem for…um…ever.
Dolls, while writing this column—on a soggy, dull day with my hair frizzing to its highest and my derriere falling to its lowest—a question was sent to Ask Eeee (arriving by email, but over the years, versions of the question have been tweeted, G-chatted, texted, FedExed, phoned, snailed, and probably papyrused), and the query began
Dear E. Jean: Because of career commitments, I rarely get to see my boyfriend. When we do have the chance to be together, unless we’re having sex, he plays video games instead of talking to me. It’s even worse on the phone: I have to compete with the online gamers he’s chatting with and playing
Dear E. Jean: How do I keep my head screwed on in a world that worships youth? This guy I’ve been seeing for nine months is a high-profile musician in our town and lots of women find him attractive. And tons of them are cute and young. So while I’ll continue to get older, he’ll
Dear E. Jean: I’m trapped in a maid-of-honor nightmare! I’ve spent weeks looking at wedding dresses with the bride, paid $260 for my gown, and had to throw her a shower and buy her a gift. Plus there are shoes, gloves, tiaras, and I don’t know what. I’m only 23! I recently graduated and I’m
Dear E. Jean: So. Is it true I have to play the stupid game? Do I have to follow flirting protocol to make sure a guy sticks around? I ABSOLUTELY DESPISE THIS! I’ve tried to duck the rules since high school, but you can’t—can you? You really do have to smile at the appropriate times,
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),
Ella Dawson wrote this piece in response to the short story “Cat Person” by Kristen Roupenian, which was recently published in The New Yorker. It was originally published at elladawson.com. I want to talk about bad sex for a minute. I don’t mean “bad sex” as in sex that wasn’t pleasurable, or sex that was