You Don't Need to Be a Baby to Love Nightlights
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The other day I convinced myself I needed some sort of lamp, though I absolutely did not need a lamp. Specifically, I wanted a glowing, rainbow, LED lamp. Please don’t ask me how exactly this desire manifested, but if I had to guess it had something to do with the fact that Jezebel’s new offices are a little drab, so my brain conjured the gaudiest, brightest solution to my cold, white-walled office woes. I wanted people to come in, see this lamp on my desk, and say: why the fuck is this here?
I wasn’t exactly sure what this thing I wanted looked like so I fell into a deep Amazon hole, the kind where you’re trying to figure out what is an actual, human-sized product and what is really a stylish miniature fit for a doll that will arrive at your doorstep from Russia cracked into 37 pieces and nearly a decade after you’ve ordered it. But it was through this hole that I found my new favorite thing, which is not the elusive rave desk accessory I was looking for. Instead, I found a nightlight.