Let’s be real for a second… shopping for Dad is a total nightmare. He either already has everything he wants, or he tells you he "doesn't need anything" while wearing a t-shirt from 1994 that has more holes than a…
Look, we’ve all been there… standing in a crowded bar, surrounded by six other bachelorette parties, all wearing the exact same "Bride Tribe" shirts in that hideous rose gold foil. It’s unoriginal, it’s boring, and let’s be honest, it’s a…
Let’s be real for a second. We’ve all been there. Bottom of the ninth, two outs, runner on third, and the umpire calls a strike on a pitch that was clearly three inches outside. You’re screaming at the TV, your…
Look, let’s be real for a second. Baseball is a beautiful game. The history, the strategy, the tradition… and the fact that it takes four hours to finish seven innings of actual gameplay. If you’re like most of us at…
Let’s be real for a second… small talk is the absolute worst. You’re at the grocery store, minding your own business, trying to decide which brand of overpriced coffee won’t make you vibrate through the floor, and then it happens.…
Let’s be real for a second… we’ve all had that moment. You know the one. You’re standing in line at the grocery store, listening to someone complain about the price of organic kale, or you're sitting in another "this could…
Let’s be real for a second… we all have that one friend. You know the one. The person who says exactly what everyone else is thinking but is too terrified to whisper out loud. The one who thinks a funeral…
Let’s be real for a second… we all want that cool, lived-in, "I definitely went to this concert in 1994" vibe. But you know what we don't want? The actual smell of 1994. We’ve all done it. You walk into…
Let’s be real for a second… we’ve all been there. You walk into a meeting, a family gathering, or heaven forbid, a DMV, and within thirty seconds, you realize you’re the only person in the vicinity who knows how to…
Let’s be real for a second… if your bachelorette party doesn't involve at least one person looking at your group with pure, unadulterated judgment, did you even really celebrate? We’ve all seen those "Bride Tribe" shirts in rose gold cursive.…
