Take toilet training on the road! The industrious folks at Goyard have created a sumptuous pack-n-poddy that parents can use in a pinch too. Suri Cruise is definitely getting one for Christmas, and the Jolie-Pitt twins are reportedly psyched about the Goyard’s double-doody potential. Lest you think the coffret de toilette pour voyage is a tad excessive at $4,000, just think of the repurposing potential: a traveling Fancy Feast container for Tinkerbell!

Sometimes the feeling of Adam Moss giddily rubbing his palms in anticipation of all the controversy he’s going to generate with a single article in New York Mag is hilariously palpable. And so it is with “Gender Bender,” a story about the rise of female binge drinkers in which Jessica Grose of Jezebel claims that excess alcohol consumption “comes from a feminist place, that it can bolster one’s sense of herself as liberated.” That is the dumbest thing I have ever read. The fact is, getting shitfaced is fun. And the bonus is that imbibing is not only legal but a socially acceptable something to do that happens to encourage human bonding, which also makes it a terrific networking tool. Good stuff! Justifying boozing as feminist simply takes the fun out of gloriously irresponsible behavior and transforms it into something that feels like a high-minded chore. So boring, so bourgeois.

When I was a kid coming of age in Reagan-era suburbia, shopping at the Salvation Army was as unknown to us as gay people (until, that is, all our mothers’ hairdressers began dropping dead of AIDS). But my Great Aunt Rose, who lived in a hovel in gangland Detroit, had a vintage habit dating to the 1950s that was born out of necessity, and then blossomed into addiction because the hunt was a thrill and the loot a novelty (she often said the faygelehs, as all old Jewish ladies referred to gay men in those days, were her biggest competition). The woman didn’t exactly suffer from great taste, but I’ve always known that the truly insane amount of pendanted gold chains she collected would find a future use, and I’ve finally discovered it: a custom chandelier dripping with sentimentality, by the Brooklyn design team, Floto + Warren. Surely, Great Aunt Rose is grooving in heaven with the drag queens as I publish.

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