The stream dream has become a costly nightmare
I remember it so clearly: the sheer joy, the unbridled freedom that came with cutting the cord.
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?
For as long as I can remember, I've been obsessed with two things: exceptional coffee and the creamy, comforting embrace of ice cream. And when the two collide? Pure, unadulterated bliss.
THURSDAY, JUNE 25 - 11:20 p.m.
On the way to Zoosiana in Broussard, La., near Lafayette, I was told we'd be spending a few hours with the owner of the zoo. Owner of a zoo? A private citizen can own a zoo? That can't be right. But, oh, it is! George Oldenburg is the owner and director of Zoosiana and if there's one person I've ever met who loves animals, it's George.
Ugh, headaches. I used to get them a lot when I was in school. They went away for years but now, for some reason, by the end of the day, sometimes, I get them again.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we present our lives online, and specifically, how we present our relationships.

My partner goes commando at the gym and people are talking. Should I tell him or let it continue?
As someone who's often double-fisting phones (my own, and on the days I'm tasked with monitoring the Buff phone), it's a constant pain to keep monitoring battery levels so I'm not running low without a charger when I'm out and about.
By now you've figured out how I work. I love experimenting in the kitchen, pushing flavor boundaries. This one came to me at breakfast the other day while I was enjoying a fruit plate and, of course, our Buff Boy coffee! I thought, why not combine them? I'm not saying dip the fruit in coffee. I'm saying add coffee to the fruit dip.

Love thy neighbor, right? Not always.
My partner insists on bringing his phone to bed. He literally sleeps with it on his pillow. In the morning, he always complains about being tired. He insists on having the phone because he wants to be reachable in case something happens and people need to reach him. How do I make our bedroom a no-phone zone?
I’ve never understood the widespread fascination with tattoos, especially when they reach a certain… saturation point.

I recently ordered groceries online, a mundane transaction in our modern world, one I’ve probably completed hundreds of times. Barely 10 minutes after the delivery, my phone buzzed. An email: "How was your experience?" My immediate thought wasn't gratitude or helpful feedback; it was an exasperated groan. Again?
As an animal lover I couldn't wait to check out Houston Zoo. As a matter of fact, during conversation with other locals who asked me what I was doing while in town, each of them agreed that the zoo is a great place to check out.
I've got something to smear all over your face... again. Ready for it?
I have a theory, one that might sound a little old-fashioned, but I truly believe it holds a kernel of profound truth: I think if people dressed nicer, the world would be significantly less douchey.
I have a decent relationship with my family but my partner is getting very close with them. I still live with them so when he comes over he goes upstairs to say hi to them before coming downstairs to my room. I know I should be happy they like each other but I don't want him being closer to my family than I am.
Before you judge, hear me out. (Or, read me out!)
Ben is the strong silent type. You’re more likely to catch him reading a book in the bath than you are to see him raging on the dancefloor of a sweaty nightclub. Either lying in silence or to the strings of classical music, Ben stays calm… unless something breaks his focus.
I'm obviously employed so this commentary isn't about me. I do, however, have several unemployed friends who say they've been unable to land a job in the past year.
Nashville isn't just about the honky-tonks and hot chicken, you know. Beneath the buzz of Broadway, a different kind of rhythm flows – the gentle current of the Cumberland River. I recently traded my boots for a paddle and my cowboy hat for a life vest to experience Music City from a whole new perspective: in a kayak!
Oh, the memories. The scent of old gym mats, the echo of squeaking sneakers and the ever-present, vaguely terrifying whistle of Coach Thompson. If you grew up any time before, say, the era of smartwatches and personal trainers for toddlers, you’ll likely remember the post-exertion ritual designed to transform us into miniature athletic scientists: the dreaded pulse check.
My partner has too much rainbow stuff. I prefer to be a low-key gay. I need some help in dealing with this!