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.
I'm in a new relationship and it seems like my partner is constantly fishing for compliments. When he makes food, he's always asking how it is. When we go out, he asks if I like his outfit. The first couple of times it seemed like he genuinely wondered how I felt but I've caught on that it's his way of forcing me to compliment or say nice things. It's kind of driving me insane already because it's coming across as needy.
Montreal is usually known for its food. At least, that was my take when researching the Canadian city. The French thing, as a Californian, scared me a little bit because I thought I would feel like I would be lost in a foreign country. I guess, in a sense, I was.
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.
I've got something to smear all over your face... again. Ready for it?
There are few things as comforting as a warm slice of banana bread. One, of course is Buff Boy coffee. Come on, that goes without saying! Both are staples in my kitchen, go-to must-haves for breakfast -- and after a great meal for dessert.
I'm in a newer relationship but my partner is still posting thirst traps. It's bothering me that he still seemingly wants attention from his adoring fans. Is it wrong to ask him to change his needy habit on social media?
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.
A penis shoe. Yes, that's what I discovered in Quebec City... in a museum, no less. (Keep scrolling for the dude with shell titties.)
I don't normally give these a title but here it is: Drew and the Case of the Crocodilian Calamity
Lots of people think they’re cool as a cucumber. Rarely do people want to admit to being a worrier.
For me, gravy isn't just a condiment; it's the soulful heart of any roast dinner, a luscious blanket that brings everything together. (How whimsical is that intro, hey??)
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.
I have a rule with my partner that we don't use our phones when we're on dates or out for dinner or whatever. The one exception for him is his mom. It's not that she's sick or there's an emergency but I think she does it to interrupt because it seems to happen a lot coincidentally when we're out. He still lives with her so obviously she knows he's not home but I can't help but thinking she's cockblocking on purpose.
Quebec City: historic charm, cobblestone streets, European flair, picturesque strolls, delicious poutine, incredible architecture -- and a great place to bounce your ass off!
I remember it so clearly: the sheer joy, the unbridled freedom that came with cutting the cord.
Minding his own business, Tanner was having lunch while working on his travel content in Nashville. Sitting in the corner of a sandwich shop, Tan was hammering away on his laptop before heading to his next excursion. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a woman in her 60s approach his table. He looked over.
Like every Buff Boy, coffee is needed to start my day. Let's be honest: that goes for most people.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we present our lives online, and specifically, how we present our relationships.
My partner wants our dog to wear diapers when we walk her. She doesn't have health issues but he feels that's a good training technique. He believes we're above walking around the neighborhood carrying a bag of dog crap after she does her business. He doesn't want her going to the bathroom during walks. "We don't work for her," he says in regards to carrying around her bag of doo. She doesn't need to wear a diaper for walks. It looks ridiculous. A diaper doesn't stop going to the bathroom it just catches it. It doesn't make sense.
I have to admit, I was rather intrigued when I heard Houston was home to the National Museum of Funeral History. And naturally I wondered if the place would be some morbid hole in the wall. Turns out it's a pretty fancy place. There are artifacts from decades gone by including a gallery of presidential funerals, showbiz tributes, 9/11 items and so many vehicles the place could pass as a car dealership.
I’ve never understood the widespread fascination with tattoos, especially when they reach a certain… saturation point.
You'd think as Buff Boys we'd focus a lot of time on hair and fitness products. Well, actually, I guess we kinda do. Never mind. I thought it was going to be a more creative introduction. Fail. (Cut me some slack, I'm new at this writing thing!)
It's no secret that we work for a Canadian. He's not super patriotic but I definitely know more about our neighbors to the north than I ever had -- and that includes the interesting foods they eat.
