COLOMBIAN WOMEN AND THE SECRET TO TALKING TO ANY WOMAN IN THE WORLD
[EDITORS NOTE: This article first appeared on Art of Altitude, my travel blog while in South America.] I wonder how much of an effect the media has on Colombian women […]
PHOTO ESSAY: The Colors of Candelaria
[EDITORS NOTE: Originally published on my travel blog Art of Altitude, I will be writing on that site more frequently while I'm in South America.] La Candelaria is the historic […]
Day 0: Orientation
[EDITORS NOTE: My writing and travel journal will be updated on my new site The Art of Altitude. I will still be posting on ChrisBackley.com but less frequently. This is […]
Men Aren’t Men Anymore
(If “women aren’t women anymore,” does that mean men aren’t men anymore?) “Do you feel like there are more singles out there compared to other generations?” I asked while driving […]
“How Do I Get This Girl to Like Me?”
(If you want more women to like you, then you have to ask yourself the right question.) Far too often guys ask the question “how do I get this girl […]
Are You Avoiding Your Life by Working Too Much?
(If work is preventing you from living, then why are you doing it?) When you’re about to die and you’re taking your last gasping breaths on your hospital bed, what […]
What a Paramedic Thinks About During a Major Disaster
(First responders, the “superman complex”, and the desire to help others.) The first thing they pound in to your head in paramedic school is what you are supposed to think […]
Money and Women: The Freedom of Not Giving a Shit
(When you no longer care about the things everyone else has, then you are truly free.) For a large part of my life I wanted the things that many of […]
Here’s Why You’re Not Having Great Sex
(Is it your fault that your sex life is unsatisfying?) Everyone thinks they’re great at sex just like they everyone thinks they’re a great driver. Chances are you’re not a […]
How To: Quit Your Job and Travel the World
(Hate your job? Want to travel more? The only thing stopping you is you.) “I’m going to move out at the end of the month.” My roommate stared at me. […]
