There are a few things on social media that make me laugh: people announcing "a break" (even though you know damn well they're still creeping, they're just not posting), relationship drama, vacation photos with people clutching their phone on the beach (because they can't enjoy nature for what it is) and meet-and-greet concert pics (explanation below).
I'm one of the growing office workers who can't stand being copied on emails that don't pertain to me. It's fine if it's an FYI to something that might affect my work at some point. But there are people in the office who copy so many people on messages to make them aware -- but then also don't explain why we're being added, so it's always unclear if something is expected of us or what the real reason is. I'm tempted to write back something like "Why am I getting this?" but it might come across dickish. Do I just ignore them or say something to prevent more clogging of my inbox?
Montreal is usually known for its food. At least, that was my take when researching the Canadian city. The French thing, as a Californian, scared me a little bit because I thought I would feel like I would be lost in a foreign country. I guess, in a sense, I was.
Ah, Gabe. A man of formidable physical prowess, a true titan of the tarmac, a marathon runner whose strides could put gazelles to shame. In the hallowed halls of Buff Loft, he’s known for his steely determination, his calm demeanor and his uncanny ability to make a 10K look like a leisurely stroll to the fridge.
I've noticed something lately, a creeping phenomenon that's making me question the very fabric of our appreciation rituals. (I'm not even talking about tipping because that's another issue.)
Looking for the perfect dessert to impress your guests or simply elevate your weeknight treat? I got you! My brownie mocha trifle is a layered masterpiece that combines the rich, fudgy goodness of brownies with the invigorating aroma and flavor of coffee, all tied together with a luscious creamy filling. And to take this trifle to the next level, we're incorporating a key ingredient: our famous Buff Boy Loca Mocha coffee. Duh!
There are so many people I call or text and wish happy birthday to (one is my cousin) and I don't hear back. I don't just post something on their Facebook page when it reminds me it's their birthday. I actually know when it is and I reach out. I've drifted apart from some of the people but there hasn't been anything bad that's happened between us to consider it a troubled relationship. We just don't talk as often as we did. Do I stop calling and sending texts? It seems like they're unappreciative. It's one thing to respond to every comment on a Facebook page but to get a personal call or text I feel is a bit more special. I actually call and leave my cousin voice mail. I don't hear back from her. Surely these people have time to respond with "thanks!" Thoughts?
When you're a kid, you love looking at the monthly school calendar and seeing the upcoming field trips, the early dismissals and the days off. As a parent, you might enjoy seeing some of those things.
OK, this one came out of a desperate situation.
In a world where consumers are constantly bombarded with new fees – from banking to data overage on a cellphone plan – the last thing I want to do is pay to be a customer. Remember when it used to be good enough just to spend your hard-earned money with a company? That’s not sufficient nowadays.
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!
A penis shoe. Yes, that's what I discovered in Quebec City... in a museum, no less. (Keep scrolling for the dude with shell titties.)
Last week, we celebrated our fourth BuffDay -- it was July 2, 2021, that Buff Boy Brewing Co. launched.
We’re constantly told that higher education is the key to a better future, a thriving society and personal fulfillment. Essentially, it's painted as a public good that benefits everyone. So, why in the world does it cost more than a down payment on a house these days?
My partner is a Disney fanatic and wants to go there every chance he gets. It's too juvenile for me. I don't mind amusement rides but I can't handle pretending to be in some fairy tale land with thousands of kids on leashes and their miserable parents. I can't exactly lie and say I have other plans since we live together and he knows my schedule. How do I ditch Disney?
I strongly believe that parents should be held accountable for feeding their children, both at home and at school. Schools should focus on providing a quality education, not becoming a substitute for responsible parenting.
I already feel you rolling your eyes at this one. Hey, by now you've figured out my recipes are totally unconventional -- and that's what makes them fun!
When I was younger, cereal was my go-to breakfast. It was easy to prepare: grab the box, grab a bowl, pour, add milk, get a spoon, eat.
My partner is losing his patience with customer service people. He starts out understanding but as soon as he doesn't get an answer he likes or believes he's getting the runaround, his mood drastically changes. When I'm standing beside him in a store or seated across from him at a restaurant, it's embarrassing because I feel bad for the employee subjected to his wrath. I'm tempted to step in but fear he'll get louder and turn on me and everybody will know there's an issue. How do we get this under control?
It seems like every time I open my phone, I'm bombarded with another celebrity announcing their new podcast. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good podcast. I find them informative, entertaining and a great way to pass the time.
I don't know about you, but I've noticed a peculiar phenomenon engulfing our lives: we've become utterly, irrevocably, photo crazy. It's not just about capturing special moments anymore; it feels like we're documenting every single mundane breath we take. And frankly, I'm starting to wonder if this endless stream of digital documentation is actually enriching our lives, or just creating a massive, overwhelming digital black hole.
My partner had a discussion with his co-worker about how she and her husband have a tracker app on their phones. They essentially let you see where your partner (partner's phone) is at all times. They say it's so that if one of them doesn't hear from the other or there's an emergency, they'll know where they are. Or, just to have an idea how far from home one is while the other is cooking dinner and wants to have it ready. I think that's all BS. It seems like a nosy and controlling way to monitor your partner. It seems like a distrust kind of thing. Nothing has ever happened that either of us is concerned about where the other is and why and for how long. All of a sudden my partner is proposing this. I've said no but he keeps bringing it up.
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.
We live in a hyper-connected world, a world seemingly glued to our screens, endlessly scrolling through the curated realities presented by social media. It’s become so ingrained in our daily lives that the mere suggestion of its absence might be met with outrage and cries of censorship. But I ask you, have we truly considered the potential benefits of a society unshackled from the grip of these platforms? Would outlawing social media, as radical as it sounds, really be a bad thing?
