Dear Liz, My boyfriend is really into sports—he’s always watching games, talking stats, or playing fantasy leagues. The problem is, I just can’t get into it.
Upcoming events include “Daylight Savings Tour” set to burn bright, Kasador to play The Isabel Bader Centre for the Performing Arts, and art show for charity set at the Tett Centre for Creativity and Learning.
Temperatures are dropping, and assignments are piling up—so if you’re wondering where I’ll be over the next few weeks, look no further than my bed, my couch, or somewhere bundled up in between.
It’s no longer cringe to let the camera eat first. The “camera eats first” phenomenon reflects a modern way of appreciating and preserving memories of beautiful meals that were shared with different people in different places.
We’re over halfway through the semester, and between Homecoming, Halloween, and the chaos of midterms, my once-organized life has completely unravelled—gone are the days of colour-coded calendars and meal prepping. Instead, I’ve leaned into the “I’ll figure it out later” and “Sh—t! That’s today?” mentality.
Dear Liz, I recently went on a date with a guy I thought was pretty cute on Tinder. His profile was full of green flags, and we had good banter over text. When I got to the date (time and location picked by him), something immediately felt off.
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