I love a good game show. There's something undeniably thrilling about watching ordinary people test their knowledge or luck against incredible odds for life-changing money. But lately, I find myself genuinely annoyed by one particular element: the contestants themselves.
When you go to Puerto Vallarta, you think about the beaches... and maybe the tequila. Do you think about water parks? Probably not. Did you even know there's a water park in the PV area? Didn't think so. So, I checked it out for you!
It's the little gun that could. Again. And again. And again.
It's about time we get a deliciously awkward travel story from our backpacker and travel enthusiast, Tanner. (Speaking of delicious: you might not want to be eating while you read this one.)
Let me preface this by saying I’m not here to throw shade, nor am I here to sing praises. I’m simply here to confess a profound and persistent bewilderment that has only grown stronger with each passing news cycle, each social media explosion, and each casual conversation about a certain global superstar. I’m talking, of course, about Taylor Swift.
My parents called and asked if I wanted to do dinner with the family for my birthday. I said yes. It was a car pool so my dad picked up everyone in their minivan (me, my two brothers and their wives). I was picked up first and ended up sitting in the very back of the van to make it easier for the others to get in. For the last pick-up, my brother and his wife jumped into the van's middle seat and said hi to everyone else but didn't even acknowledge me, let alone say Happy Birthday. When we got to the restaurant, we were an odd number (seven) and they sat us at a table for six and brought over a chair to squeeze me in at the end of the table. It was impersonal and offensive and I was largely ignored by my family the entire time. Should I confront them or just cut them off?
I've gone on a couple of rants about the debate we have in society over the custom of tipping. It seems like everywhere we go, we're expected to pay for the product or service AND pay more to show appreciation for it.
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.
You think coffee is getting expensive? Look up the Ember Mug 2 online. That's not a tariff price!
My relationship is great but the sex is terrible. I've tried things to spice it up with my partner but it's not working. I love him but I worry bad sex will end it all. What should I do?
As I sit here, reflecting on my experiences as an American, I am reminded of the peculiar phenomenon that seems to permeate our culture: the unwavering conviction that our country is the best in the world.
It's barbecue season! (Which, let's be honest, is pretty much all year here in Southern California!)
In one afternoon I got signed up for three reward programs. I certainly wasn’t pressured into joining but I did feel like I was a bad customer for not being aware of them in the first place.
WARNING: Turn down the volume before watching the videos. They're loud!
As a music lover, I'm always on the lookout for the next great sound experience. I recently got my hands on the JBL Go 4. This little guy promises big sound in a ridiculously portable package so I was eager to put it to the test. After a week of using it everywhere from the kitchen counter to the backyard pool, I'm ready to share my verdict.
OK, this might be a weird one for you! I've been with my partner for about eight months. We love going out and being social. It's often just the two of us but we enjoy being around others. Lately, he's started doing something that is a bit (maybe a lot?) creepy when we're out.
I often hear people recoil at the idea that children and pets should have a degree of “fear” when it comes to their primary caregiver. "They should love you unconditionally!" they cry. "Fear is abusive!" But I’m here to tell you that this perspective often fundamentally misunderstands what that "fear" truly entails, and why it's absolutely crucial for establishing respect and, ultimately, a healthier, safer dynamic.
Everyone thinks their meat tastes the best. Now, you can put your money where their mouth is!
I previously thought about what it would be like to live as a dog. Now, as I'm sitting in the backyard of Buff Loft in WeHo, a squirrel running around has me thinking about animal life again.
I noticed recently that my partner's phone is in his first language and not English. It wasn't always that way and I'm suspicious about why he's changed it. It's making me wonder if he's hiding something. Should I confront him?
Every day it seems like the world (and by that, I mean Twitter -- or whatever it's called now) is coming to an end. And because of that, I shake my head and remember how sad society is with its reliance on social media.
If you still have cable TV, you've undoubtedly seen the commercial for Navage. It's the blue and white device people put up their nose to drain their sinuses. OK, so maybe it's described a little more eloquently than that in the ads but you know what I mean if you've seen it.
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.
