The fit between feminism and fathering has become a taken-for-granted part of my work and my life. But I was recently forced to rethink this combination as I followed a debate between men's rights activists (MRAs) and their critics.
Good men know that women writing about women getting hurt is not a statement that men are never hurt. It's not a statement that women are all perfect. It's simply a statement about stopping violence against women.
Aren't we sick of these stories? Do I really care about the status of Charlie Sheen's recovery? What I do care a lot about is the state of the average American guy. And for him, I am pretty darned concerned.
My grandfather first came to Lake Megunticook, just outside the picturesque sailing village of Camden, with my great-grandparents in the mid-1910s, when the local salesmen in the family paint business recommended "A place on the pond."
We worked hard, not so much to condition our bodies but to condition our minds. The payoff was that this development of the mind could be applied to any situation in life later on, whether on or off the water.