Jen Doll considers the value of millennials owning whatever privilege and generational wealth they’ve benefitted from as a step toward acknowledging that the path to success isn’t a level playing field, and income inequality is a major obstacle for many.
The notion of the “self-made success” is so deeply encoaded in the American ideals of equality and meritocracy that many young successful people hesitate to talk about the financial help that let them get a leg up. But talking about privilege doesn’t discount work hard or struggle.
Jen Doll dives into the world of the band Phish and their followers, known as “phans.” She discovers a hippy-esque subculture of “you do you” people dedicated not only to a band renowned for live jams, but a shared appreciation for uninhibited drug consumption, joyful escapism, and making new Phish-following-friends at every show.
A personal essay in the Fine Lines series, in which Jen Doll comes to terms with her inner teenager … or whatever.
Jen Doll and photographer Eva O’Leary venture to the Lani Kai Island Resort in Fort Meyers Beach, Florida — a hotel known for choosing to host a seemingly never-ending stream of spring breakers to uncover how they not only survive, but manage to embrace the drunken debauchery of the spring break set — within reason, of course.
Bar and Bat Mitzvahs have become a big extravagant affair, so Jewish many families hire professionals to direct games, create energy and get attendees to dance. They’re called “motivators.” Here are a few.
A personal essay in which Jen Doll, author of Save the Date: The Occasional Mortifications of a Serial Wedding Guest, tries to makes sense of a breakup that happened the day before a romantic vacation — and blindsided her in the same ways the presidential election did.
How an Eisenhower-era single mom created the “Tupperware party,” launching a plastic food-storage empire.
I haven’t always had depression. I talked to a few of my friends who knew me when I was in high school, and it was sort of this tragic/hilarious thing to explain to them. They were like, “But you were so happy,” and I’d be like, “That person’s dead, I’m sorry.”