My dad can shoot the shit for hours with strangers at Starbucks about pretty much any topic. Why blonde roast is better than French roast. He can have a full on conversation with the TV screen during a basketball game. Why the hell did you do that, you idiot?! He can even carry on a convo with the dog. Does Jackson want a W-A-L-K? But sometimes I call on the phone hoping to talk about my latest existential crisis and our conversation consists of: Hi honey. How are you? Here’s your mother. Keep reading »
My father gave great, yet strange advice to me when I was younger. “My advice to you is this,” he said. “Let’s go be bad, let’s go poot in public.” Clearly, my dad is not a man who’s embarrassed of his actions. The only reason he said he wanted kids was so that he could embarrass us. To give you an idea of who you should imagine saying these brilliant words, picture a southern, taller version of Steve Martin. Picture him doing a special dance when he goes to get his ice cream every night.
When I was younger my mom left because of mental issues and my dad raised me, my brother and my sister on his own. Because there were so many dark periods when we were little, my dad tried his damnedest to make sure it was all sunshine and happiness for us after my mom was gone. He did his best to play both mother and father at the same time. He even dared to take us girls shopping for Jelly shoes and skorts at Gap Kids. Needless to say, we left the mall with Umbros and baggy t-shirts instead, but it was the thought that counted.
We called him “Camp Director Conroy” because he was always ready with his zip off pants (just so you know they zip off at the knee and the ankle) and a backpack. He always loved to get anyone (including you if you met him) excited for some type of adventure. He would clap and do a little jig and say his famous refrain, “Let’s go be bad, let’s go poot in public.” Keep reading »
Just in case you are unclear about the sordid back story, Ronan Farrow is the 24-year-old biological son (who was accepted to Yale Law at 15) of Woody Allen and Mia Farrow. Woody famously left Mia for their adopted daughter — and Ronan’s adopted sister — Soon-Yi. I particularly like the fact that Mia retweeted Ronan joke with a simple “Boom.” [Hyper Vocal]
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.
Happy Father’s Day! In celebration of dads everywhere, let’s take a look at Hollywood’s newest patriarchs who are celebrating their first Father’s Day today. From Jay-Z, to Chris Hemsworth, to Benicio del Toro, to Hugh Grant, look through our list of 10 celebrity dads celebrating for the first time this year. Read more…