Here’s something cool: I got an email earlier today from a guy named David Crary, who writes for the Associated Press. He was working on an article about the changing attitudes relating to men and masculinity and he came across my contact info through the Good Men Project.
Anyway, I got a chance to talk with him for a couple of minutes and he was kind enough to include a bit of it in his article.
“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” ― Confucius
In the movies, one of the markers of being a good dad is telling the kids about who’s beautiful. I have no data to back this claim, but I feel like I’ve seen it a lot in popular culture, which surely can’t be wrong. On TV, the good dad always tells his daughter how beautiful she is and/or tells the kids how beautiful their mother is.
I’ve never really done this with any regularity, and it’s nothing to do with how beautiful my family is because they’re all drop dead gorgeous. But, for whatever reason, it occurred to me recently that I should maybe think about this. And when I say it occurred to me, “for whatever reason”, what I mean is “for the simple reason that I worry about all the things all the time, for no reason.” Continue reading Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, kids. Behold! I am the Beholder of Legend!→
Did you click it? You didn’t click it did you. Nobody ever listens to me. Alright, fine. It’s an article from The Onion that describes an area dad who’s been on a parenting kick. They interview his daughter who confirms that he’s really been into the parenting stuff for the last week. But seriously, just click it. It’s better when you read it.
Last week, I cut through the park in our neighborhood while I was walking home from some errand or another and saw a group of about 10 or 12 women enjoying a picnic with their kids. The kids had all finished eating and were playing while the moms chatted and laughed. (Don’t judge, working folks, you do the same thing around the water cooler, but you rarely have to interrupt your discussion about the Breaking Bad series finale in order to clean up poop.)
I have to admit that I felt a pang of jealousy when I saw them – for the socialization, not the poop cleaning. The kind of camaraderie I saw at the park or that I had with my colleagues in the professional world is rarely available for dads who serve as their family’s primary caregiver. Continue reading The perils and glories of being a stay-at-home-dad→
“You’re bored? Here. I’ll tell you a story. When I was a kid, my dad had a set of 1963 World Book Encyclopedias. An encyclopedia was a set of books. There were about 27 of them in all and they were supposed to give you an ‘encyclopedic’ amount of information, which means they tried to include all the information you could ever hope to ask. So you’d look things up like you would in a dictionary, but instead of just telling you what a word meant, it would tell you all about that thing or place or person.