In this age of steamed vaginas and Goop, no manner of new age hoo-ha should come as a surprise anymore. Rejuvenating beluga placenta facial mask? Here’s my credit card number! But it’s not fair to generalize; yes, Gwyneth Paltrow is a dangerous charlatan, but sometimes a lady needs to rub her bean in a roomful of strangers to gain a little perspective on her life.
Cosmopolitan’s Beatrice Hazlehurst (real name? Our guess is as good as yours) takes us inside the coconut-scented confines of the Goddess Institute, a New York-based retreat that offers a three-day “conscious sexuality” camp for women looking to “harness sexual energy and channel it towards achieving…personal goals.” Or, as the author writes so succinctly, “I was hoping I’d be served pussy power-reclamation on a platter. Which, in all honesty, I desperately needed.”
