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.
As a kid, did you ever pour chocolate syrup into your cereal to make it chocolate milk with your Lucky Charms? Anyone? Anyone?? OK, just me. Whatever.
The demands to remain amazingly pretty as a Buff Boy are just... ugh... sometimes it's too much pressure.
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?
Should I start flirting with my boss in the hopes of getting a raise or a promotion at work?
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.
I’ve been a silent observer (and occasionally, a bewildered participant) in a particular brand of human interaction that honestly, just tickles my funny bone. I’m talking about the high-drama, low-effort tactics people employ when they want to end an argument, or rather, declare an argument over, usually with themselves as the undisputed victor.
Two things you don't normally combine: coffee and soup... until now! Really. Don't give me that look.
Yeah, yeah, I should probably leave the food commentary to our resident chef, Ben. But I'm taking a break from reviewing the usual fitness, tech and lifestyle products for something that made my mouth really happy. Like, really happy!
Lately, I've had this nagging thought, this ever-present question bubbling beneath the surface of every news report and political commentary I consume. It’s a thought that, frankly, leaves me more confused than ever about how our government actually works, and I suspect I’m not alone.
Hold the presses, put down those lukewarm lattes and gather ‘round. There's another Buff Boy scandal brewing -- pun definitely intended.
My partner never had an interest in politics or protests. Lately he's been jumping into online fights with people on social media. He seems to get a kick out of riling people up but it's bringing out a new side of him that I don't like. How do I tell him to lay low and stop being a shit disturber?
I'm struck by a disturbing trend. It seems like everywhere I look, parents are relying more and more on phones and technology to teach, entertain and even soothe their kids.
It's no secret that we're kinda health nuts here on Team Buff. Sure, we enjoy some boozy-boozy drinky-drinks but we also spend more hours in the gym than we do slamming the hard stuff. (Leave your filthy mind out of this.)
It's widely known that there are two dogs at Buff Loft. While the golden retriever and husky live mostly with their parents across the building and far away from us, they spend a lot of time with our group throughout the day -- especially when the dog parents are out of town. (And they travel a lot!)
We’ve all heard of them: the five love languages. (At least, single people have. Our married bosses hadn't.)
Lately I've been catfishing my partner to test his loyalty. I don't suspect that he's a cheater but I want to see how he'll react when his loyalty is tested. He responds with flirty messages but nothing that crosses the line. Should I push it further to see how he responds?
There's a lot to see at Manitoba Museum which, I'll be honest, is surprising because the building in downtown Winnipeg almost looks like an office space. From the outside, you'd have no idea inside is an amazing collection of history from the Canadian prairies.
Just click and watch! That is all!
I’ve had an epiphany recently, a moment of clarity that connects two seemingly disparate observations: the astronomical rise in digital ad revenue for giants like YouTube, Facebook and Instagram, and the bafflingly irrelevant ads that pollute my own feeds. And honestly, it boils down to something both simple and infuriating: a significant chunk of these platforms’ burgeoning wealth comes from advertisers who are, quite frankly, throwing away their money.
When you're looking for a hearty meal, this is the real deal. A pot roast with gravy takes you back to childhood. It does for me, anyway. Playing outside those cold winter afternoons and coming in to the smell of mom making a roast. I'm getting hungry already.
Let's be real: cleaning water bottles is the worst. You try to jam a sponge in there, you swirl it around (maybe you find a long wooden spoon whose handle you slide in to guide the sponge), and you're still left wondering if you really got all that gunk out -- which you didn't.
For most of my adult life, my relationship with spelling and grammar could best be described as... estranged. Or perhaps, more accurately, non-existent. I was the kind of person who saw a misplaced apostrophe and thought, "Eh, you get the gist." A comma splice? "It adds character!" And don't even get me started on 'their,' 'there,' and 'they're' – a linguistic Bermuda Triangle that I happily navigated with blissful ignorance.
I'm in a new relationship and I'm just starting to meet my partner's friends. I can't stand a lot of them and we just don't click. It's not affecting the relationship (yet) but I have no interest in hanging around them. Will this be a problem in the future?
