Most would probably agree that the sight of a hot guy holding a baby in one of those hippie 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 is evidenced by this recent Twit Pic of David Beckham cuddling little Harper Seven. Holy crap, I don’t even know who to swoon over. [Celebitchy]
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“I was always daddy’s little girl. We did everything together. He was my hero. My father was always there with a hug for me; when I was little, he let me climb all over him like he was a jungle gym.
And then my body changed. I developed early; I had boobs by 11. And all of a sudden, my Dad stopped hugging me or touching me. He went overnight from being my best friend to being remote and critical.”
I read that in a student’s journal earlier this semester (quoted with permission). I’ve read and heard similar things countless times over the course of nearly 20 years teaching gender studies and doing youth ministry. Ask any family therapist who works with teen girls, and they’ll report the same thing I’ve heard: story after story of fathers withdrawing physical affection as soon as their daughters hit puberty. Keep reading »
For most of my 15-year dating career, I went for Fledglings, Makeshift Men, pre-release beta tests of the fully formed adult male. Like Rusty, the dread-locked guitarist with groupies to spare whom I followed to various smoky, sticky-floored venues in college, hoping he’d recognize me from anthropology class. Guys whose giant charisma, outsider cool or longer-than-purely-business hair stoked my sense of adventure and ate my own — often annoying — level of maturity for breakfast.
I was drawn to men who were nothing like the soft-spoken, principled and straight-laced person who had been the dominant male presence in my life so far: my retired CPA father. Keep reading »
Ever since I was a little girl, my dad has been a constant, loving resource with lots of study tips, helpful hints, and words of advice. Countless conversations after fights with my siblings and late-night study sessions before final exams taught me the most important lesson: parents really are your best friends in the world. The “dad-isms” and clichés that I once tried to ignore and/or make fun of are now the phrases I use on a daily basis to help make decisions or dole out advice to my friends. So here are the words I live by, thanks to my dad. Keep reading »
My father doesn’t like trying anything new. Paying bills for instance. He still writes checks and sends them snail mail. “You can pay everything online now,” I’ve told him. “It’s faster and you don’t have to use stamps.”
He refuses, though he’s fairly internet-savvy, because he’s paid bills this way for the past 30 years, dammit, and that’s the way he’s going to keep paying them. He can get impatient. His stories can go on forever. He can be antisocial and crabby.
I want to be just like him when I grow up. Keep reading »
I love my dad. Dorky though it may be, he’s one of my favorite people and I can’t imagine my life would be as good with any other one. I do, however, have one complaint: really liking my dad has totally screwed me in the dating department.
Aside from the standard complaint that most of the morons I’ve gone out with just aren’t as likable as my dad, I’m also borderline incapable of dating much older men. I can’t help but make skeevy involuntary associations. Keep reading »
A new genre of confessional literature has men opening up about what they really thought when they became a father. The dads know they’re supposed to be overcome with joy after the birth of a child, but many felt demoralized, depressed, or just plain bored. Author Michael Lewis is breaking what he calls “a great conspiracy of silence” with his book, Home Game: An Accidental Guide to Fatherhood, which exposes what he and other men really felt when their child was born. “I wrote my book because of this persistent and disturbing gap between what I was meant to feel and what I actually felt,” Lewis said. It’s great that men are opening up about their feelings, but if Lewis were the father of my child, I don’t think I’d want to know, let alone read, how he really feels about our little bundle of joy, er, depression. Keep reading »
“I love my dad, although I’m definitely critical of him sometimes — like when his pants are too tight!” — Liv Tyler [AHN] Keep reading »
Father’s Day is coming up this Sunday and we here at The Frisky love baby-making! So, while being a celeb is a tough job, being a dad is even more demanding. In honor of the men who spend time with their kids and look so good doing it, we’ve compiled a list of DILFs (the man version of MILF, for those of you not familiar). Check out all eleven, after the jump….
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