I love my kids, I just hate parenting
My son has been giving me the creeps: I’m starting to think that he sees dead people.
Even worse, if he has anything else in common with Haley Joel Osment, he is going to be UGLY AS SIN when he hits puberty.
My friend Joe Procopio, the publisher and founder of IntrepidMedia.com, just put out a new column about the escalating cost of higher education in this country, what you actually get out of it, and whether it’s worth it. This topic has actually been on my mind a fair amount lately, partially because I’m a newRead more about Joe: College[…]
Last week I wrote a lighthearted piece about my wife’s obsession with Halloween. And I posted this terrifying clip from “Twin Peaks,” featuring a character I truly consider to be the most frightening fictional creation of all time.
Those posts were meant to be fun, and so is Halloween. Being scared is fun (unless you’re my wife or my friend Suj or my older brother Mark) and eating candy is fun and dressing up is fun (especially if you’re my wife or my friend Suj). And having a little kid with whom to experience Halloween makes all of those things even more enjoyable.
Obviously, today actually is Halloween, and while this post may be violating the generally accepted tenor of the holiday, it seems an appropriate time to discuss one of the toughest aspects of being a parent.
It’s completely and utterly terrifying.
Last week, the debut clip of this series was from Road House. It was less than 10 seconds of absurdity and violence from one of the most absurd (elite bouncers!) and violent (jugular rips!) movies of the 80s. This week, in honor of Halloween, I’m taking a different tack.
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This entire blog is dedicated to my attempt at staving off the inevitability of becoming something I hate:
One of those people who is known as a parent first and a person second. One of those people who can’t seem to talk about anything except kids and kid-related stuff. One of those people who goes to bed at 8pm because parenting is so tiring, who stops having fun (read: drinking) because parenting is so all-consuming. One of those people who only listens to kids music, who only watches children’s programming, or who only hangs out with other parents.
Or one of those people who relays his child’s age in months. Today, I failed.