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It’s not every day you come across someone balancing their dreams of sculpted deltoids with the soul-draining reality of college group projects, but Gianna Laumbach does just that. A senior at Seton Hall University, Gianna has cracked the code for making Type A overachievers everywhere feel slightly inadequate . She’s not just working toward a B.S. in Interprofessional Health Sciences with a concentration in Exercise Science; she’s also crushing it as an award-winning bodybuilder. And no, she doesn’t just mean “lifting some weights between classes.” She’s diving into the sport with the same level of commitment as your roommate who won’t shut up about CrossFit—except she’s actually winning things. An Early Start: Or, How the Barbell Was Basically Her Baby Rattle Growing up in Howell, New Jersey, Gianna had the sort of childhood that would make any aspiring overachiever salivate. Basketball? Check. Soccer? Check. Volleyball, track, and dance? Also check. Basically, if it involved a unifo...

Ah, prime rib. The beefy darling of special occasion dinners, wedding buffets, and that one uncle who insists on carving at Thanksgiving. It’s the dish that separates the culinary amateurs from the professionals because, let’s face it, if you overcook a roast that costs as much as a month’s rent, you might as well hang up your apron and go into the granola business. Enter Bon Ton Prime Rib, the latest addition to New Orleans’ culinary scene, where the stakes (and steaks) couldn’t be higher. This is not the resurrection of the beloved Bon Ton Café , a nearly 150-year-old institution that oozed Cajun charm and old-world elegance. Nope, the new Bon Ton Prime Rib isn’t here to pretend it’s your grandpa’s haunt. This is a shiny new beef palace, unapologetically meat-centric and perfectly fine with reminding you that your vegetarian friend is going to have to settle for charred Brussels sprouts and a knowing smile. Burnt Beginnings: A Restaurant That Just Won’t Quit The new Bon Ton space has...

Ah, fitness resolutions. Nothing screams new year, new you like a hastily scribbled list of goals you’ll abandon by mid-January. But hey, who am I to judge? This year, instead of pretending you’ll run a marathon (spoiler: you won’t) or buying a treadmill destined to double as a clothes rack, why not aim for something realistic? Let’s talk about mobility. Yes, mobility . That thing you barely think about until you throw out your back tying your shoes or realize you’ve been limping for three days but can’t remember why. Mobility is the unsung hero of fitness, often overshadowed by flashier cousins like strength and endurance. But let’s face it, all the biceps curls in the world won’t help you if you can’t bend over without sounding like a rusty gate. So, grab your foam roller and your favorite pair of stretchy pants, because we’re diving into why mobility should be at the top of your 2025 fitness goals. What Is Mobility and Why Should You Care? Mobility, for the uninitiated, is your abi...

Canada's Finance Minister Resigns, Trudeau Fumbles, and the Entire Country Grabs Popcorn The Liberal Circus Tent Catches Fire Well, well, well, if it isn’t Canada’s ruling Liberal Party staging a political drama worthy of a Netflix mini-series. Justin Trudeau’s government is crumbling faster than a Timbit dropped on the sidewalk, and Chrystia Freeland, his once-loyal deputy prime minister and finance minister, just yanked out one of its central support beams. Freeland’s resignation letter reads like the professional version of “It’s not me, it’s you.” In short, she’s done with Trudeau’s political “gimmicks” and apparently has no intention of following him off the electoral cliff. This is the same Chrystia Freeland who, up until about five minutes ago, was Trudeau’s right-hand woman, the one polishing his economic talking points while pretending they weren’t making Canadians angrier than a raccoon locked out of a trash can. Her exit is more than just a political shock; it’s a full-...

If there’s one thing Daniel Craig knows how to do—besides saving the world in tailored suits, of course—it’s to surprise us with his fashion trajectory. The man went from a sweaty early-2000s vibe to embodying James Bond in icy-blue perfection, and then catapulted himself into the realm of high-fashion chaos. Buckle up, because this sartorial roller coaster is worth every cringeworthy button-down and oversized scarf moment. The Year 2000: A Sweaty Start Ah, the turn of the millennium. Y2K panic, frosted tips, and Daniel Craig with a complexion that screams, “Where’s the blotting paper?” Back then, Craig was a theater darling and “that guy from Our Friends in the North .” A few movie roles later, including a supporting part in Lara Croft: Tomb Raider , and voilà—Craig is wearing suits! Sort of. The fit is questionable, and let’s not talk about that tie buttoning. James Bond would clutch his martini glass in horror. Still, we give him credit for the effort . Baby steps, Daniel. 2002: Co...

Let’s face it: the event planning industry is like a carnival act—lots of spinning plates, plenty of smoke and mirrors, and the occasional flaming hoop to jump through. Historically, this has all been managed with a combination of caffeine-fueled late nights, Excel spreadsheets older than most interns, and a stress-induced reliance on post-it notes. But welcome to 2025, where Artificial Intelligence (AI) is here to save the day… or so the tech bros claim. If you’re an event planner in 2025 and still wondering what the heck “AI” is (no, it’s not short for Anxiety Intensified , though it feels like it), here’s the deal: AI is that shiny new Swiss Army knife of technology that promises to do everything from predicting your attendee’s favorite canapé to single-handedly running your event (spoiler alert: it can’t). However, if used wisely, it just might shave a few gray hairs off your timeline. So buckle up, and let’s take a snarky dive into how AI is shaking up the world of meeting and eve...

Ah, Queensland. The land of sun-soaked beaches, the Great Barrier Reef, and… a climate-sceptic environment minister. In a plot twist that feels ripped from an especially absurd political satire, Andrew Powell has returned to his old stomping grounds as the state’s environment minister. And like a band that insists on playing their one-hit wonder from 12 years ago, Powell is dusting off his greatest hit: “I’m not 100% convinced humans are causing climate change.” Cue the eye-rolls. Powell, who first debuted this baffling scepticism back in 2012 under the Campbell Newman government, has now boldly stood by his comments in the face of mounting scientific evidence, public outcry, and, you know, the glaring reality of a warming planet. It’s like watching someone double down on the flat earth theory while standing on a beach watching the curve of the horizon. Let’s unpack this mess, shall we? Climate Scepticism, the Sequel Nobody Wanted When Powell first expressed his scepticism over human-i...