There is a subset of parents who get extremely passionate about particular issues, particularly online, and beauty is one of them. They crow about how shallow it is to prop up gorgeousness. That looks are only skin deep.
Since Baron von Burpenstein showed up, it's been hard to sleep. And hence hard to find time to exercise, or brush my teeth. I used to take pride in my appearance, but I am so overjoyed at the pleasures of fatherhood I hardly even spend all day in front of the bathroom mirror weeping.
What if we replaced the word "talk" with "get curious"? What would it be like to say to parents: "Hey parents, get curious with your teens." When we are curious we are open, we are interested, we learn, we listen and we understand. Isn't that what we are asking parents to do in order to support their teens?
I'm also a big believer that brand marketing both reflects and inspires our popular culture. So you can imagine that as a marketer and as a dad, I'm thrilled with how brands have embraced the role of dad in the family.
When you become a father, if you really fall head over heels with the baby, you begin to appreciate the woman with whom you share the awesome responsibility of parenting in an entirely new light.
When my wife was pregnant, we were repeatedly warned about how difficult parenting an infant would be. We wouldn't sleep for the next two years. We wouldn't see a movie for the next five years. We wouldn't have sex for at least a decade. We would be exhausted at all times. None of this happened.
One rainy day when I was eight years old, my mother told me to put on my clothes; we were going around the corner to the drugstore to call my father. My heart pumped with excitement--in sharp contrast with my mother's somber and resolute demeanor.
In the end, treating a kid like a person prevents a parent from needing "discipline" at all. Give them that gift as often as you can. You'll be surprised how much they'll want to help.
Dear Dad, I still remember you. The memories shift and fade over the years, but you are not forgotten. I remember the Thai restaurant where everyone knew your name. I remember your sleepless nights, and the days when you cried.
She stood in front of me, the love of my life, my best friend, with a slightly strange look on her face. "What is it?" I asked her, starting to worry. She hadn't been feeling well. Could she be sick? "I'm pregnant."
There are so many modern parenting guides for raising successful (and intelligent, moral, creative, vegan, eco-friendly, bilingual, and musical) children, that trying to navigate the child-care section at the bookstore--let alone parenting itself--can be confusing.
You want to feed your family right like a good locavore should, but nutrition labels are confusing, fast food is ubiquitous, and kids hate everything. (Adorably so, but still.) One possible solution: buy a whole cow from a rancher and feed your family on that for a year.
I was, briefly, a "war reporter" too, albeit maybe the worst in a generation. My career was as thrilling as it was accidental.
There are a few moments in life when our mettle as men is tested. Getting into a fist fight is one. Having a baby is another. You can prepare for either of these, but until you go through it, you never really know how you will respond.
Isn't that what we need in our country right now -- some kind of breakthrough through the stalemates all around us? What exactly would it take to widen our own perspective enough to gain new insights about ourselves? My own experience suggests that answers may be closer than we realize.
I was sitting in a McDonald's parking lot, alternately sobbing and sucking down gulps of a mocha frappe. I was trying to decide if I'd just experience...