Parenting has become more public. Whether you have a blog or not, whether you’re a brand or just a dad trying to get through a day at home with the kids without losing your sanity thanks to the third repeat of Cars 2. Social media lets us make private moments public. And sometimes, we need to vent.
It’s generally accepted that men are horrible people. Consider the evidence. Boston? Men did that. There aren’t many female serial killers, either …
To start: it’s not like we had to explain a batch of vaginas to Jack. I didn’t take him to a strip club. We’re not letting him watch the porn parody of Doc McStuffins. (You’re welcome for this idea, porn industry.) There was only one vagina discussed.
John Lasseter is the creative overlord of both PIXAR and Walt Disney. Arguably, he has done more to turn animation into a respected art form than anyone since Walt Disney. But he’s a guy who is making family movies that are, under their surface, about the shortcomings of family.
I spoke at Dad 2.0, about how the different facets of my identity — brand marketer, blogger and father — inform each other. If brands and dads ARE going to try and work together, well, this is how I think I can do it in a way that works for everyone.
Escape from Planet Earth is a Hollywood rarity. It is a movie about brothers.
Making friends used to be easier. You’d share a locker, a class, a dorm room or a pack of cigarrettes with a guy and become buddies. Now, every conversation seems to have a reason or an agenda. At least, that’s how it feels. Even when that isn’t how it is.
This is my best take on what it takes to succeed in this life. I always said that my job as a father was to raise good little humans. Consider this a field manual.
January 2. I had made what passed for resolutions. One of them included running more. was to start this morning. I was relatively rested. I was READY. My children sensed this. And they were having none of it.
“Dad!” Jack bellows, sometimes, when he wants to tell me something. I go into his room. He points, smiling and obviously pleased. …
It is easier to not try and not fail than it is to try and fail. Fail, boys. Fail SPECTACULARLY.
Putting the kids to bed is like an existential play. It kind of makes sense, but kind of not, and you walk around for an hour afterwards, scratching your head and wondering what the hell just happened.
Steven Spielberg had a childhood that sounded like one of his movies. Lonely kid with a workaholic dad and loving, present mother. Not much of an athlete, he’s bullied constantly. Gets a camera from his dad and starts making movies. Pours the pain of his parents divorce into his work. Become famous. Terrifies a generation of children — including my wife — by making E.T.
Despite our inability to get working cable throughout our entire house after a month of trying — thanks, Comcast! — the wife …
One of the many things I can’t forget about 9/11 is my mother calling me. Eleven years later and I finally understand the frantic in her voice.
