JR, over at sexandthesingledad wrote an interesting post about Dad Bloggers. Like a bunch of us Dad bloggers, he is—in his own inimitable way—participating in the “Do Dad Bloggers Suck?” discussion.
I was interested in his definition of a Dad blogger. I like the way he puts it:
Like it or not, there is so much more to being a dad than cute stories involving our kids. As dads, our number one priority is absolutely our families. I respect that and would have it no other way. There are many kinds of dads out there–and I’m talking about more than simply, “Good or bad”. There are cool dads and their are dorky dads. There are geek dads and dads that think “Social media” means reading the paper on a crowded subway. There are dads that can cook a gourmet meal and dads that don’t understand,”poke three holes in the plastic before microwaving”.
The whole reason I’ve had a blog for years is that it’s a way to express my own thoughts and ideas, while participating in a conversation with people who might care about what I think. Whether that’s you, or just my parents or friends, I’m going to call myself a Dad Blogger, because I’m a Dad, and I blog about being a Dad.
JR goes on, in an entertaining way, to discuss the differences between Mom bloggers and Dad bloggers. For example:
Dads who swear are crude, crass, filthy or vulgar. Mothers who swear are liberated, modern, progressive or just have a potty mouth. I’ve dropped an F bomb or two on my blog and I won’t apologize for that. Hell, from time to time I even make up bad words. Most of the time I take old classics and give them the J.R. twist, but I’ve been known to simply invent a new one for use in a particular situation.
I agree most violently with his summary statement:
Does anyone have a guitar so we can all gather like hippies and sing Kumbaya? That would be pretty f**n sweet! [my edit]