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.
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.
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 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?
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.
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??)
Most people have stories about their first date or a date gone horribly wrong -- maybe they're even the same date.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
Costume time, costume time! At least for the dogs. We did some very amateur Photoshopping of us to get into the holiday spirit!
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.
Everyone thinks their meat tastes the best. Now, you can put your money where their mouth is!
Lots of people think they’re cool as a cucumber. Rarely do people want to admit to being a worrier.
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.
I've made it pretty clear that I'm not a fan of life playing out on social media. Just scroll through my other commentaries in recent weeks. You'll see.
My mom is too opinionated about my relationship. She's always asking questions and sticking her nose in. I'm starting to lie because I don't feel like telling her everything she wants to know. I'm avoiding her calls and pretending I don't get her texts. I'm tempted to cut her off entirely. What should I do?
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.
BEHIND THE SCENES
I remember it so clearly: the sheer joy, the unbridled freedom that came with cutting the cord.
Nashville is formally known as Music City but there's something about the zoo that makes me think it's also Animal City. Amazing experience!
