Life & Love

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Dear E. Jean: I’m finding myself pursued by a wealthy, proper British banker who is all but begging me to let him be my “loyal, obedient slave.” He is serious. When it comes to sex, he wants me to order him around. He wants to be my “property.” I’m a gentle, romantic woman whose heart
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Advertisement – Continue Reading Below The first time I ever felt powerful, I was five years old and had a mouthful of magnets. I had seen an older kid in the neighborhood wearing braces, and for some misguided reason I decided that if I, too, wore braces, I would be special and metallic and, somehow,
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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
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Henry Amador-Batten, a 52-year-old gay man, and his five-year-old son, Benjamin, were on the last leg of their trip home to Raleigh, North Carolina on May 20. The two had just come from Puerto Rico visiting Amador-Batten’s ailing father, who passed away during their visit. Wearied from heartache and traveling since the early a.m., the
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After listening to a Tony Robbins audiobook one day in Los Angeles about how to be the most extreme version of me, I decided to break the Guinness World Record for Longest Journey By Car In A Single Country, which took 36,123 miles sleeping in my Subaru Outback for 122 days with my girlfriend (at
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Dear E. Jean: Today I got incredibly mad at my boyfriend when he asked for sexy pics to “tide [him] over” till we see each other tomorrow. It’s not the idea of pictures that got me worked up, but the fact that our sex life has become increasingly about him meeting his desires. I feel
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On quietly falling in love with golf: “At the age of 16 I realized that my backhand wasn’t good enough, and after playing and losing 6‑0, 6‑1, it gets a little discouraging. But I was getting better in golf. “My parents had a big basement—I’m talking a big, big basement; I can literally hit it
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*** When I picked up Barbara and Steve from the ferry terminal on my island, Barbara glowed. She stood tall and radiant, her mermaid hair wrapping around her like a waterfall. She was as glorious as Stevie Nicks, and she waved at me as smoothly as a willow tree. She was confident and I was
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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. Whether you’re somewhere where you see 10 stars or a hundred,
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The night before what was indisputably going to be the biggest day of my professional career, I should have been up late prepping interview questions, packing extra batteries for my recorder, or even catching a few extra hours of sleep. Instead, I was staring at the thick, black hair on my legs in frustration. As
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Intent on making 2017 your Best Year Ever? We can help with that, thanks to our 2017 Coach of the Month series. For August, Senator Barbara Boxer, author of The Art of Tough: Fearlessly Facing Politics and Life, shares lessons learned over a lifetime in public service. This week, she recounts some of her mother’s
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Women get a lot of mixed messages when it comes to sexuality. On one hand, shows like Broad City, Insecure, Girls and more depict frank portrayals of the joys, pitfalls and complications of women’s sexuality, and encourage women to be open about their needs and desires. On the other hand, women are literally getting killed
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Dear E. Jean: I have a Craigslist etiquette question. I met the man of my dreams—Stanford grad, modern-art collector, brilliant—on the Casual Encounters section. He was sweet and attentive, and for months I was able to indulge every erotic fantasy I could think of. But then he moved 70 miles away, and we stopped seeing