Jenny

1 week ago | jennymag.com | Lili Zarghami

We promise it’s not breakfast in bed. Mother’s Day comes in hot and fast every year. And because moms are often the ones planning things, remembering things, and then buying and wrapping things for every other holiday on the calendar, it’s no wonder that a lot of us feel a little nonplussed with what we end up getting (if anything at all) on the second Sunday of every May.

2 weeks ago | jennymag.com | Lili Zarghami

Our writer’s family has a history of going “no contact,” but she didn’t think it would happen with her and her own brother. “Your brother is flying in on Friday for a conference,” my mom cheerily tells me on the phone. “That’s nice,” I say, trying not to give away any emotion, though the anger that I actively suppress for her sake is bubbling under the surface. My controlled reply is followed with icy silence, hoping she won’t go on.

1 month ago | jennymag.com | Elizabeth Laura Nelson

The White Lotus ladies got me wondering. Recently, someone accused me of being a mean girl. Me! Who goes to church and meditates twice a day. Me, who loves to sneak cigarettes and crush on cute boys! I’m the furthest thing from a mean girl. Except, I guess, when a man with whom I’d been entangled in an intense and confusing situationship turned up on Instagram looking cozy in another woman’s reels. Blindsided and stung, I showed her profile to my friends, who knew exactly what to say. “How old is she?

1 month ago | jennymag.com | Megan Cahn

Oh no, ick. Illustrations by Rachael AbramsIf you date men, there are some classic red flags that should make most women over 40 think twice: “almost” divorced, never married, and our favorite, anyone who utters the, “I’m scared I’m going to get hurt again” line. These are all perfectly rational, if not required, reasons to run for the hills. But what about those seemingly innocuous little things that just give you the ick?

2 months ago | jennymag.com | Laura Barcella

Can we please retire this cringey terminology? I’m 48 years old and there’s nothing I hate more than being called “ma’am.” Am I a thoroughly adult woman? Yes. Is the ma’am-ing well-intentioned? Probably. I don’t expect to get called “miss” at my age, so is there a more suitable term of greeting I’d appreciate instead? Nope. But every time I hear that worduttered in my direction, I want to scream and flee… immediately after punching the clueless offender in the mouth.