Facebook was Stephanie Dolgoff’s “happy place” (Friends! News! Cute critters!) until it went from soothing to stressful. Here, she explains just what went wrong.
Have you ever heard a name on the news and thought, “Is that the kid I used to know?” Stephanie Dolgoff looks at why our possible brushes with future fame (or infamy) are so stupidly thrilling.
Wasn’t there supposed to be something more? Writer Stephanie Dolgoff offers her take on this week’s elections.
Only 28 percent of this crucial demographic are planning to vote next month. Stephanie Dolgoff has a plan to boost those numbers. Read on.
Some cocktail-party banter about the hearings for the Supreme Court nominee has Stephanie Dolgoff thinking about her teenage years, sexual assault—and the role we all play in ending it.
Power suits and MC Hammer “You Can’t Touch This” drop-crotch pants clog the racks at vintage clothing stores. Can those of us who wore them when they were first hot sport them again? Stephanie Dolgoff investigates.
“Bingo wings.” “Cafeteria-lady arms.” Most of us have heard the nasty terms for our midlife upper arms. Writer Stephanie Dolgoff says screw that and tells us why this is the summer to bare yours proudly (and offers 7 acceptable reasons for not doing so)
You know what we’re talking about. Those rogue and then more regular hairs that creep onto our chins, upper lips and onward as we age. Writer Stephanie Dolgoff reveals how she and other women do battle.
TMI alert! I’m a random stranger, about to tell you quite a bit about my private parts. If that’s not okay with you—and really, who could blame you?—click onward. But I wouldn’t. That’s because I could very well be talking about yours.