Yogurt-opia has arrived, and its name is not Pinkberry, Red Mango, or Tasti-D-Lite. Nay, in a nod to what represents all that is good and true in the world (Molly Ringwald), we have Sixteen Handles in the East Village. Much like the powerful message in iconic John Hughes film that an awkward young girl in an upper middle class Chicago suburb could cross social barriers to find teen romance with a rich, popular jock, Sixteen Handles showed us that 16 flavors of fro-yo could mix harmoniously with a shockingly diverse array of toppings. After ruminating on the profound messages we gleaned from peanut butter-cheesecake-chocolate-banana-sprinkles-caramel-yogurtraisins-Cap'nCrunch-Oreo sundaes, it was clear that we needed to do something important and life-changing. That's right -- we went to Sephora and tried on approximately 78 different shades of red lipgloss.
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