Here they are. Feel free to chime in with your own list or tell me where I went wrong.
We’re a few days into December, and the spirit of Christmas has officially invaded our household. To be more precise, it has taken over the five year old, but the riptide of jolliness is hard to resist.
A lot of the criticism I got for this post on Disney dimorphism was about how good animation inevitably exaggerates sex differences. (There are a lot of these comments on the Sociological Images version of the post and on the Slate re-write.) Here’s one example:
I think it’s possible to be so clever you’re really not clever at all.
Give your children the gift of the truth.
Complaining doesn’t work.
Once you make your peace with it, you’re pretty hard to beat.
Heigh ho, heigh ho.
Tech, business, and fatherhood.
The single thing greater than a baby’s enthusiasm for early mornings is your own lack of it.
If Nirvana was still touring today, they would schedule a special stop at my house to punch me in the face.
However colossally unfair America has become, our country’s education and support of children with disabilities is exponentially worse.
Battle On! December. Yeah. It’s back. Already. But, December returned around early October. This year, I felt it start after Labor Day. Did you? And by December, I mean the sequence of North American holidays, national, folk, or otherwise that climax with New Year’s Day—the symbolic fresh start. The day we take a breather from…
Talking about death with children is scary but we all feel braver after facing death down.
Meet Todd Anderson, a man committed to living “the shit out of life” after receiving the worst possible news.
The power of fathering.