I have to do WHAT to gain your respect?
A customer is a customer is a customer. That’s how I feel about customer service but I guess I’m still old-school.
A customer is a customer is a customer. That’s how I feel about customer service but I guess I’m still old-school.

Co-workers saw my porn videos online and now I'm embarrassed to be around them. I like my job but I want to quit because it's hard to face them. What should I do?
It was about 45 minutes of driving for us to get from downtown Phoenix to Civana Spa and Resort in Carefree, Ariz. With the desert sun beating down on us I was excited to escape into the coolness of the spa. We were greeted with refreshing smoothies as we got a tour of the property.
Oh, Collin. Where do we even begin? The belief that dimples can move people and change the world. The constant need to be within 10 feet of a mirror for obsessive hair checks. The thought that both of those two points can lead to getting anything he wants. Wrong, oh, how wrong.

I know that many youngsters are growing up with a sense of entitlement but, wow, I didn’t realize it was so bad.
You think coffee is getting expensive? Look up the Ember Mug 2 online. That's not a tariff price!

The trend nowadays is that everything is offensive and everyone should be offended by everything. But for those of us who don’t have a stick up our… well, I’ll get to the point.

My relationship is great but the sex is terrible. I've tried things to spice it up with my partner but it's not working. I love him but I worry bad sex will end it all. What should I do?
If you really want to get a taste of Indianapolis -- and I mean that in the food and drink kind of way -- then the City Market is a stop you have to make. How can I put it? Any kind of taste you can imagine you can probably enjoy here.

There are certain fashion and beauty trends that leave me scratching my head so vigorously, I’m worried I’ll give myself whiplash. And at the top of that list, vying for the coveted "Most Perplexing" award, are certain iterations of fake hair and… well, let’s call them "statement" eyelashes. My brain genuinely just doesn't compute. It's not judgment (yes, it is), it’s pure, unadulterated, polite bewilderment. And judgment. Not gonna lie.

Ready to pork? Eat some meat! This pulled pork barbecue recipe is a low-and-slow cook. It's mostly hands off in a slow cooker so you can enjoy the smell as it makes you hungrier and hungrier. I recommend this one with some barbecue sauce and a bottle of beer!

As a music lover, I'm always on the lookout for the next great sound experience. I recently got my hands on the JBL Go 4. This little guy promises big sound in a ridiculously portable package so I was eager to put it to the test. After a week of using it everywhere from the kitchen counter to the backyard pool, I'm ready to share my verdict.
I've never grasped the appeal of putting pictures of loved ones on your desk at work. And I mean, never. Even before the days of smartphones, when you really did go most of the day – gasp – without seeing them. It always struck me as… odd.
My parents called and asked if I wanted to do dinner with the family for my birthday. I said yes. It was a car pool so my dad picked up everyone in their minivan (me, my two brothers and their wives). I was picked up first and ended up sitting in the very back of the van to make it easier for the others to get in. For the last pick-up, my brother and his wife jumped into the van's middle seat and said hi to everyone else but didn't even acknowledge me, let alone say Happy Birthday. When we got to the restaurant, we were an odd number (seven) and they sat us at a table for six and brought over a chair to squeeze me in at the end of the table. It was impersonal and offensive and I was largely ignored by my family the entire time. Should I confront them or just cut them off?
Nashville. Just the name conjures up images of twangy guitars, soulful voices and a history steeped in musical greatness. And at the heart of it all, standing proud and reverberating with echoes of legends, is the Ryman Auditorium. For a music lover like me, a visit to the “Mother Church of Country Music” wasn’t just a sightseeing stop; it was a pilgrimage.
Most people have stories about their first date or a date gone horribly wrong -- maybe they're even the same date.
I love a good game show. There's something undeniably thrilling about watching ordinary people test their knowledge or luck against incredible odds for life-changing money. But lately, I find myself genuinely annoyed by one particular element: the contestants themselves.
If you still have cable TV, you've undoubtedly seen the commercial for Navage. It's the blue and white device people put up their nose to drain their sinuses. OK, so maybe it's described a little more eloquently than that in the ads but you know what I mean if you've seen it.

I had you at bacon. I knew it! Buckle up and get ready to take your taste buds on a trip. This one is good.
Let me preface this by saying I’m not here to throw shade, nor am I here to sing praises. I’m simply here to confess a profound and persistent bewilderment that has only grown stronger with each passing news cycle, each social media explosion, and each casual conversation about a certain global superstar. I’m talking, of course, about Taylor Swift.
It's almost become a tradition that we visit a local zoo when in town. Thankfully Phoenix has a really cool zoo that offers guests the opportunity to get up close with some of the animals. I was promised an interactive visit so I was excited to check it out.
OK, this might be a weird one for you! I've been with my partner for about eight months. We love going out and being social. It's often just the two of us but we enjoy being around others. Lately, he's started doing something that is a bit (maybe a lot?) creepy when we're out.
I’ve witnessed it too many times, and frankly, it’s a bizarre spectacle that never fails to frustrate me to my core.
Ditch the sticky and embrace the chic-y