You realize public panhandling on your social pages is funny, right?
There I was, innocently scrolling through my social media feed, minding my own business, perhaps contemplating the existential dread of another Tuesday, when it happened.
There I was, innocently scrolling through my social media feed, minding my own business, perhaps contemplating the existential dread of another Tuesday, when it happened.
Mexico has always held a special place in my travel dreams, a vibrant tapestry of culture, history and breathtaking landscapes. While I’d explored its buzzing cities and pristine beaches, I yearned for an experience that would connect me with its natural beauty and perhaps, something a little more adventurous.
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.
Anyone who has their own kitchen has picked up some gadget they thought would be a game changer. They religiously use it for a week or two and then it’s forgotten because the novelty wears off. That's exactly what happened with our SodaStream Terra.
My partner wants us to go to a nude beach. I've noticed he's getting more and more comfortable walking around the house in little (or no) clothing. It's not that he's embracing a nudist lifestyle I think he just enjoys the freedom of not wearing clothes. It's one thing to do it in the privacy of our own home but to do it in public is new. It's only him who's walking around the house undressed, I'm not participating. I have no issue with him doing it in the house. He's wanting to take it to the next level now and show off in public. I'm certain I wouldn't strip down on a beach no matter how much "everyone is doing it" pressure might be put on me. I'm just not sure about other people seeing my partner naked. You don't know who has a camera out there and will be capturing shots and whatever they might be doing with them. What should I do?
Every time I scroll through my social media feed and see someone proudly proclaiming a new follower milestone – whether it’s 1,000, 10,000 or even 100,000 – a little part of me cringes.
It's time to get fruity! Or fruitier. You ready?
WARNING: Turn down the volume before watching the videos. They're loud!

I think back on my time as a student walking the halls of my school… and occasionally skipping class. I remember how life was carefree, I felt safe and looked forward to growing up and making something of my life.

I’ve commented before about how customer service ain’t what it used to be. Because of that, I find I want to deal with companies less and less. If that was their goal, well, mission: accomplished.
Last week, we celebrated our fourth BuffDay -- it was July 2, 2021, that Buff Boy Brewing Co. launched.
My partner insists on mixing our groups of friends and I prefer keeping them separate. For instance (I'm making up these names): I'm friends with John and Mary, and he's friends with Bob and Susan. He wants us to get together as a group of six and do dinner or a night out somewhere. I have nothing against Bob and Susan but I just don't feel like mixing our friends. I feel like it'll be awkward because I have inside jokes and stories with them that the others wouldn't understand or find funny. They're just two different couples. It's not that I feel like they won't get along I just want my friends to be my friends and his friends to be his friends. What should I do?
Alright, let's talk about real estate agents. No, not about their tireless work, their market knowledge or their uncanny ability to make a dusty open house smell faintly of lemon and desperation -- or fresh cookies with nary a baked good in sight.
This summer, I decided it was time to experience Canada's Bay of Fundy, not from a lookout point, but from its very surface in Nova Scotia, nestled within a kayak.

Most kids had some kind of food that they didn’t like. My little brother wouldn’t eat stuff because “it’s ugly.” It was often met with, “Just try it, you’ll like it.” That had varying degrees of success.
It seems like when I write one commentary about social media, I'm instantly reminded of something else that annoys me about the platforms -- or, at least the people on the platforms.
My partner loves music and is a diehard concert-goer. I'm concerned about the money he's spending on concert tickets. It's not that he goes to the concert it's that he goes for the most expensive seating areas and says it's the full experience. He won't go for cheaper tickets at the back because you don't enjoy the concert the same. And depending on who the concert is, he might even travel to go see it or buy a bunch of souvenirs. So between that and the cost of tickets, he's spending so much. I'd rather he be saving money for our future (house buying to get out of our apartment, etc.).
As someone who is perpetually hot (you've seen me -- you know!), especially at night, finding a body pillow that doesn't turn into a personal furnace has been a lifelong quest -- especially here in West Hollywood. Enter the Plufl Hugl Cooling Body Pillow, promising comfort and temperature regulation in one big, cuddly package.
When Airbnb first burst onto the scene, I, like many others, was instantly captivated. It felt revolutionary, a breath of fresh air in the often-stuffy world of travel accommodation. The idea was simple, yet brilliant: why stay in an impersonal hotel room when you could live like a local, stepping into someone else's beautifully curated home, even if just for a few days?
There's a lot to see at Manitoba Museum which, I'll be honest, is surprising because the building in downtown Winnipeg almost looks like an office space. From the outside, you'd have no idea inside is an amazing collection of history from the Canadian prairies.
Before you judge, hear me out. (Or, read me out!)
I was recently passing one of our TVs that was showing a racecar event, the kind where the roar of the engines is a familiar soundtrack. As the spectacle ramped up, the announcers prepared viewers for the opening ceremony, of sorts.
It’s one thing to endure bad sex. It’s another thing to force yourself into focusing on what’s happening. Not to say that you’ll nod off but it’s not difficult to see how the mind could wander.
I'll admit I'm not the biggest techie. In fact, if I could just keep all of the current technology I have now and never upgrade, I'd be just fine with that. Alas, that's not the world we live in.