My partner wants to go to every Pride event. I have no interest. It's turned into a fight that I'm not supporting him and he wants me to go. Pride is not my scene and I don't care to spend my time there. What should I do?
It's time to get fruity for Pride! Or fruitier. You ready?
With the cost of everything going up, it’s had many people figuring out how to save a little more -- or a lot more, let's be honest.
June kicks off Pride month for many countries around the world. Regionally, different cities and towns have chosen various weeks and weekends throughout the year. In short, it should be Pride all the time!
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.
As a Los Angeles-area resident, I've grown to dread driving in the city. The congested roads, endless traffic jams and parking nightmares have made me a reluctant driver. And, public transit: not a chance.
My mom found a Pride flag in my room. I can tell because it was moved in the drawer where I keep it. I'm pretty sure it was her but I don't know. I'm not ready to come out but I feel like she knows now. What should I do?
Everyone loves a rainbow snack during Pride. And most people want the taste of Buff Boy in their mouth during Pride. We need to combine the two. Voila! Let's get into a tasty Buff'ed-up Pride snack: Italian rainbow cookies.
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.
Skipping school isn’t a new concept. In fact, it’s a rite of passage in most schools. (There’s actually a “cut day” at the high school I attended, a time when it’s widely known to students and teachers as the designated day to skip class.)
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.
Let me be completely honest upfront: I don't clean. We're kind of spoiled living in Buff Loft because there is a cleaning person. Having said that, there are times when spills happen and, of course, we often have the boss's two dogs here so there is minor clean-up now and then.
I appreciate that my parents are accepting of my being gay. In previous years they've told me to go have fun at Pride and be safe. This year, they want to come with me and my group of friends to the parties and the bars. Should I tell them no or just say I'm not doing Pride this year and go out secretly?
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.
"Tanner, I need you awake at 4:30 a.m. and out of the hotel shortly after." Yup, that's what everyone wants to hear on DAY 1 of their trip to Phoenix. Unfortunately, that's the reality of this assignment. (I guess there are bigger problems an employee could have.) "You're going on a hot air balloon ride to watch the sun rise over the desert." Deal!
This year, for Pride, I wanted to bake something that not only tasted delicious but also visually represented the vibrant and inclusive spirit of the community. That’s how these rainbow Pride cupcakes with a Buff'ed twist came about.
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.
Let's just get it out of the way: Buff Boys are known for being superficial and shallow when it comes to our looks. There. I said it. Let's move on.
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 sings along to music when we're in public. He starts out humming a few lines but then eventually goes into full-on singing as the music continues. It's embarrassing because he gets into it like he's in a recording studio. Yes, even does the hand on his ear when he’s reaching for a note. It's weird! How should I tell him?
When a teenager gets his first car, he’s spending countless hours washing it, picking off every piece of lint and not allowing anyone to park too close. For Collin, his rich parents bought him a car for his sweet 16. And between looking at himself in the mirror and striking out with relationships, how did he find the time to take care of a massive piece of machinery?
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.
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?
At first I thought Adventure Science Center in Nashville would be for kids. Maybe it is to a certain extent but adults can have a fun time, too. Turn me loose in anything I can light up or make loud and I'm all in.
