The Wall Street Journal published an article this week about “a new model of at-home fatherhood,” spawned by the rise of stay-at-home dads and inclusiveness of fathers in the day-to-day parenting. While the WSJ wasn’t quite arguing that parenting is all duded up and bro-ed out, it did argue that stay-at-home dads have put a “distinctly masculine stamp on child rearing and home life.”
Yes, there is research to back up the claim that the relatively small amount of stay-at-home dads — who comprise only 3.6 percent of all SAH parents — do rear children differently than the larger sample of stay-at-home mothers (an elite 18 percent of male-female couples). SAHDs allow their children to take more safety risks and also plan more spontaneous trips.
But I just don’t see how those traits are being ascribed as “masculine.” Surely there are mothers who don’t hover over their child’s every move? Surely there are mothers who are spontaneous? The WSJ interviewed fathers who do things like take their kids to the park and on errands to Home Depot (where a toddler “studied different kinds of hammers”) … because moms don’t take their kids to the park and run errands, I guess? Keep reading »
Most would probably agree that the sight of a dad holding a baby in one of those swaddle things is basically the hottest thing ever because it touches on two primal urges — the desire to f**k and the desire to procreate. I’m not saying all women want kids, but a glimpse of a hot dude holding a ridiculously cute baby is enough to make even the biggest kid hater go “hmm…” Said effect was evidenced when we first saw Jay-Z holding that little bundle of Ivy Blue. Seriously. Come on. In honor of Father’s Day, we’ve rounded up DILFS holding babies. Keep clicking for more proof.
Whenever Father’s Day rolls around I’m reminded, once again, that I don’t have a “typical” dad. He doesn’t own a tie. He’s never worked in an office. As far as I know he’s never touched a golf club (except maybe to use it as a weapon?). My dad, in a nutshell, is weird. He spent his career taking care of research monkeys. He spent his spare time turning our house into a fortress and collecting skulls. With the exception of guinea pigs, he likes animals way more than he likes people (that’s him in the picture, holding a water moccasin he caught in a Florida swamp). And guess what? He’s the best dad I could ever ask for. Here’s why… Keep reading »
Yesterday, we heard from real dads about teaching their daughters that they are smart and beautiful. Today, real dads tell us how they teach their daughters that girls can do anything boys can do.
For advice, I turned to Tony, the father of three girls under the age of nine; Adam, the father of two daughters under the age of four; Jim, the father of a nine-year-old girl; Joe (AKA Frisky commenter _JSW_), the father of two girls under the age of twelve; and Jesse, the father of three girls under eight. Over the next several days, I’ll be sharing with you some of their fab (and adorable) advice.
How a dad can teach his daughter that “girls rule!” after the jump: Keep reading »
Stumped on what to get your dad for Father’s Day this year? Why not give him the gift that every man dreams of: gourmet foods and beverages delivered to his door every month! Here are six food-of-the-month clubs your dad is sure to love, whether he’s a connoisseur of beer, bacon, pasta, or hot sauce. The best part? All you have to do is make your order online and send Dad the gift voucher. Easy shmeasy! Click through to check ‘em out…
You may have noticed here at The Frisky we pull a lot of stuff out of our ass. 5 Things You Can Lie To Your Therapist About! 7 Ways To Wear Roadkill This Season! 13 Ways To Orgasm Using Pinterest! But a serious subject calls for Serious Journalism. And for some Serious Journalism this Father’s Day, I lazily emailed all the men I know who have young daughters and asked them for advice on raising healthy, happy girls as a modern-day dad.
For this first installment of Dads Raising Daughters, I turned to Tony, the father of three girls under the age of nine; Adam, the father of two daughters under the age of four; Jim, the father of a nine-year-old girl; Joe (AKA Frisky commenter _JSW_), the father of two girls under the age of twelve; and Jesse, the father of three girls under eight. Over the next several days, I’ll be sharing with you some of their fab (and adorable) advice.
First up, how to teach your girl she is smart and beautiful. Keep reading »
So Father’s Day is this weekend, as well as my dad’s birthday, and the only thing he says he wants is flip-flops. Fortunately, my dad is a pretty easy guy to shop for, because you could get him anything and he’d still feign like he loves it. Socks! Off-brand polo shirts! Gloves! No puppies, though — my mom and I learned that the hard way. As much as I imagine there are many dads out there like my own, who would rather be told “why don’t you just do whatever you want today?” (drink Red Stripes by the pool — hey dad!) than receive a material gift, there’s also dads who like stuff. I like to call this stuff dadcessories: wallets, watches, cuff links, some cool, casual man jewelry, etcetera. Here’s my roundup of ten fabulous, affordable gifts for the dad who’s into a little bit of embellishment.
My dad is a very wise man. He knows when to keep his mouth shut, which is pretty much whenever it comes to my love life. On other fronts he is and always has been very vocal — even a little bit hot headed. It’s the Brooklyn in him. In high school, when I got into a kerfuffle with one of my teachers, he showed up at her office and told her to “pound sand.” He did this without my permission and I was mortified. In college, when the storage unit where I was housing my stuff for the summer tried to swindle me, he called up the owner and threatened to hang the guy “from a flagpole by his underwear.” This is my dad’s favorite threat. Apparently, he actually did this to one of his campers when he was a counselor back in high school. He’s very proud of this.
But throughout my life, while meeting various boyfriends or hearing about them, he hasn’t given a single opinion. He hasn’t told any of them to pound sand or threatened to hang a single man who screwed me over from a flagpole by his underwear (although there were probably a few who deserved it). He has remained miraculously neutral. This is why I remember the three times he offered up dating advice. And I shall recount them for you… Keep reading »
When I got my period for the first time, my mom wanted to throw a party. She had the whole thing planned. There would be a circle of women — many of them her friends, who would talk about womanhood with me, share their womanly wisdom, and tell rousing tales of menstruation. My mom would present me with a special bracelet, ordered from a catalog of all-natural products, that somehow symbolized my transition from girlhood to womanhood. The red beads were supposed to represent my various life-stages. Or congealed menstrual blood, or something.
“Ohgodpleaseno,” I said, when she told me about her plan. Keep reading »
Shopping for dads is weird. You can go the tie route, or the dress shirt route, or the “Billy The Singing Bass” route. (Please don’t go that route.) Can you blame your dad for saying every year, “No, no, don’t get me anything! I don’t need anymore crap”? So I stopped buying my dad “crap.” Usually I end up buying him a book because he is a big reader. However, that is getting predictable! So this year I’ve searched high and low for the perfect gifts for a smartypants dad: a guy who can take apart and reassmble any appliance in the kitchen, a history buff, and someone who listens to NPR (even though he thinks they’re a bunch of dirty hippies). My dad would love every single one of these holiday gifts — I hope yours would, too! Keep reading »