Dating Batman (and His Plastic Friends): Should You Be Concerned?
Give it a year, and if his action figures don’t start calling you ‘stepmom,’ you might actually have a shot at being the real woman in his life.
Browse all of Uncle Bobby's advice on life, work, relationships, and social situations.
Give it a year, and if his action figures don’t start calling you ‘stepmom,’ you might actually have a shot at being the real woman in his life.
Ditch the jogging shoes, grab some stretchy pants, and count fridge-to-couch sprints as cardio—Uncle Bobby’s fitness plan burns calories through sarcasm and snack retrieval.
Start a kale-based hot dog cart, open a drive-thru juice cleanse shack, and sell leftover entrepreneurial energy on eBay — because nothing screams success like trendy failure and caffeinated delusion.
Uncle Bobby insists the best way to bond with your team is by leading a fake wage strike, managing from a broom closet, or flaunting gourmet lunches like a benevolent tyrant.
Turn every room into a snack zone, tape candy bars to your monitor for “motivation,” and justify constant munching with fridge walks—because snacking isn’t a habit, it’s a lifestyle.
Uncle Bobby suggests you spice up your predictable life by hiding your car keys in the freezer, skipping bill payments for thrills, and turning your sock drawer into an adrenaline-fueled lottery.
Declare your mother-in-law the “Queen of the Critiques,” present her with a scepter, and renovate her room into a dust-filled rodent paradise until she flees the kingdom.
Master the art of workplace invisibility by faking productivity, dodging raises, and avoiding recognition like it's a trap—all while perfecting your spreadsheet-staring skills.
Start your date by unpacking your emotional baggage, comparing them to your exes, and hinting at baby names—because nothing says romance like immediate pressure and unresolved trauma.
Declare a daily winner of your love with a public leaderboard that pits your kids against each other like fridge-magnet gladiators.
Transform your fridge into your new office, because productivity peaks when you're inches away from cheese and mid-nap carb comas count as self-care.
Let the stars make all your life choices, blame your problems on planetary alignments, and dump people because Mercury’s having a bad week.