The 'Yes, chef!' kitchen cult on TV is too much

Let’s talk about cooking shows. Specifically, that grating, military-esque chorus that echoes through almost every competitive culinary arena on TV: "YES, CHEF!"

Ya gotta getta 'cotta

As I get older, I find myself looking for moods or vibes. Whether it's in the way I organize my things or just the way something looks or smells, I'm focused on moments and experiences (maybe even when they shouldn't be!).

Are those people really that angry?

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, a kind of internal audit of my own emotional responses, and it's led me down a fascinating, slightly unsettling rabbit hole.

My partner's body odor is too much

Normally my partner smells great but there are times when he doesn't think to wear deodorant and has a noticeable odor. Like, noticeable. Really noticeable. It's a turnoff but how do I tell him he smells without hurting his feelings?

Buff'ed barbecue sauce

It's barbecue season! (Which, let's be honest, is pretty much all year here in Southern California!)

His flirt was definitely on the fritz

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.

What your video's jump-cut edits really say about you

For a while now, I’ve been observing a phenomenon that, frankly, has grown beyond a mere trend and morphed into a pervasive cultural expectation. It’s the insistent whisper – or often, a shout – that everyone needs to be a content creator.

What a fine piece of... ice!

Yukon. Just the name evokes images of rugged wilderness, towering peaks and a land steeped in history. I’d dreamt of visiting this remote corner of Canada for years, drawn by its raw beauty and the promise of untamed adventure. And let me tell you, my recent flight-seeing experience through Kluane National Park didn't just meet my expectations, it completely shattered them.

My partner wants us to be nudists at home

My partner likes walking around the house naked and wants me to join in. I don't like the idea because we have dogs and their heads come right up to our... you know. It's not that they do anything but I just don't want my bits dangling in their faces. I don't want his doing that either. What's the compromise?

Cops have a bad rap and their body cams don't help it

Like many TV viewers, I find myself occasionally drawn to the flashing lights and siren calls of reality cop shows. "Body Cam," "PD Cam," "Police 24/7" – they offer a glimpse into the daily grind of law enforcement, a ride-along from the comfort (and safety) of my couch.

Beefy Buff'ed gravy

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??)

What exactly happened under the table during his date?

Most people have stories about their first date or a date gone horribly wrong -- maybe they're even the same date.

Where did the energy and excitement of childhood go?

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.

Put this on your radar

As a car enthusiast (I actually just got some new wheels today!), I love the gadgets that I'd never heard of and don't need. But, sometimes one comes along and I realize I did need it, I just never knew I needed it. And living in the Los Angeles area, this one was worth it.

Like, why do they all, like, talk, like, valley girls? Like, literally

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.

Almost touching the sky -- almost!

Dawson City, Yukon: it's like being on an old Western movie set. Bars feel like an old-timey cowboy hangout, local guides dressed in period garb. It's like time travel. Really, though, it is.

I gag when he makes me eat it

My partner has taken up cooking but he's not good at it. I pretend that I like his food but I really don't. Do I keep lying or do I tell him it sucks?

Buff does St. Patrick's Day!

Costume time, costume time! At least for the dogs. We did some very amateur Photoshopping of us to get into the holiday spirit!

Not every couple needs a social media reality show

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.

Buff-injected meat marinade

Everyone thinks their meat tastes the best. Now, you can put your money where their mouth is!

UPDATE: A fish tale

Does that really need to get your panties in a bunch?

Lots of people think they’re cool as a cucumber. Rarely do people want to admit to being a worrier.

Powered on the go

When we travel, the last thing we want to worry about is bringing one more device, one more cord, one more cord for that one more device. But, hear me out. This one is worth it... and you barely need any space for it.