Buff does 4th of July
We couldn't let a 4th of July go by without stripping down and playing with our meat. It's barbecue time! And maybe a little beer. Maybe a little lot of beer. OK, beer. Let's just leave it at that. Mind your own business!
We couldn't let a 4th of July go by without stripping down and playing with our meat. It's barbecue time! And maybe a little beer. Maybe a little lot of beer. OK, beer. Let's just leave it at that. Mind your own business!
As I sit here, reflecting on my experiences as an American, I am reminded of the peculiar phenomenon that seems to permeate our culture: the unwavering conviction that our country is the best in the world.
If there's one thing we're known for around these parts it's our hair and skin. And that skin has seen its share of needles to maintain our famous plastic Hollywood faces!

Crème brûlée, with its smooth, creamy custard base and satisfyingly brittle, caramelized sugar crust, is a classic dessert for a reason. But what if we could elevate it with a touch of rich, roasted flavor? Enter: Buff! This recipe combines the traditional crème brûlée technique with the bold notes of Buff Boy coffee for a truly unforgettable dessert experience.
Just a few days ago, as the lazy Los Angeles afternoon melted into evening, I caught a news segment that stopped me in my tracks. It was about how students are falling (even more) behind and the pandemic didn't help and yadda-yadda-yadda. It showed a bunch of B-roll of sad kids for added emphasis.
A trip to San Francisco wouldn't be complete without a visit to the Golden Gate Bridge. While most tourists long to drive or even walk across it, I decided to go underneath with our friends at Adventure Cat Sailing Charters on Pier 39.
I enjoy most of my co-workers but one of them is so loud and talks too much. Whenever she comes over to talk to people near me it's distracting and annoying. Her shrill voice and loud laugh are obnoxious. I think others are bothered by it. How should I get her to stop?

Collin is definitely no Gabe when it comes to pitiful dance moves but he fancies himself a showman when it comes to weddings. His reputation for, uh, unique dance moves precedes him. We've all witnessed the… enthusiasm… he brings to Buff Loft.
I’m only in my early 30s, yet lately, I’ve found myself uttering phrases like, “Kids these days,” or shaking my head at what I perceive as a general decline in… well, everything.
It's barbecue season! (Which, let's be honest, is pretty much all year here in Southern California!)
My partner is a raging Swiftie and I want him to tone it down. His life revolves around Taylor Swift and worships her but it's embarrassing since he's a grown man. How do I get him to stop wearing T-shirts and making his life all about Taylor?
I’ve never quite understood the compulsion. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? That pervasive, almost aggressive need for couples to broadcast every single detail of their relationship on social media.
Road trips are a time many of us grab a bag, load it up and go wherever the breeze takes us. But, do you use a gym bag, a school backpack, a small suitcase or even a laundry bag?

Lots of people think they’re cool as a cucumber. Rarely do people want to admit to being a worrier.
The irony struck me immediately. A guy named Lane having a motor museum in Nashville. And that's the case for Jeff Lane who started this local exhibition, called Lane Motor Museum.

Everyone thinks their meat tastes the best. Now, you can put your money where their mouth is!
As June rolls around each year, a growing number of people in the LGBTQ community take issue with big corporations capitalizing on the concept of Pride. You've undoubtedly seen the rants on social media that company logos are suddenly rainbows and stores are full of products to make money, money, money for the greedy CEOs who couldn't care less about Pride come July 1.
Gabe, the pretty boy, is known for pampering himself. Whether that's carrying on a friendship with his botox injector just to get discounts or grabbing a last-minute massage because someone cancelled at the last minute and the spa offered a discount for a short-notice session, Gabe will do anything to spoil himself (on the cheap).
I'm getting married. My partner wants a big wedding with everyone invited but I want a smaller wedding because we're trying to save money for our life together. Whose wedding should we do?
There's a whole lot of controversy about swimming with dolphins that have been captured and are owned by people.
I've made it pretty clear that I'm not a fan of life playing out on social media. Just scroll through my other commentaries in recent weeks. You'll see.
If there's one thing required for being a Buff Boy, it's versatility. Why? Because Buff Loft is not only where we live, it's also an office space. So, our work can be done in the kitchen, on the deck in the backyard or even -- dare I say it -- in bed. Plus, our parent company is in the broadcasting biz so when they come to town from Canada to cover Hollywood events, we get kicked out of the loft and shuttled off to a hotel to give them the workspace. Meaning: we have to be very mobile all the time.
I remember it so clearly: the sheer joy, the unbridled freedom that came with cutting the cord.

When I fight with my partner he brings up insecurities that have nothing to do with what we're fighting about just to insult me. He does it to hurt my feelings and thinks it wins him the fight. The digs sting long after the fight is over but he makes it too personal. Should I stoop to his level and make it personal or take the higher road?