The 40th birthday party my wife threw for me was legendary – the next day’s massive hangover being evidence enough. My head pounded on that first official day of my fourth decade as I trudged out of bed and began picking up the remnants of the past night’s celebration. As I emptied the second half-full beer can of the morning, I mumbled, “F*ck 40.” My tone was dismissive – as if I was saying something snide like, “I’m better than ever” or “age is just a number” or “40 is still sort of a millennial, right?” Maybe I was trying to convince myself. The hangover, though, has not gone … [Read more...]
Last night was Halloween, and there were ghouls and fools aplenty. All of our favorite shows were represented in various levels of costumed detail. Movies, too. Star Wars and superheroes, the staples of my own childhood, still remain firmly affixed upon those of my children. There were red balloons and orange buffoons, clowns from every angle. The ratio of candy given to the amount received was squarely in their favor. They laughed. They had fun. They ate more sugar in one night than in the past six months combined. It was an evening of playful mischief and warmly lit wonder. Man, I’m … [Read more...]
"My children may no longer need all of the things that nobody actually needs despite the endless ads they spread across the online parenting space, but they are still kids. And I’m still a parent, hairline be damned. Are we not an audience?"
+ + +I recently turned 45, which, if you do the math, is legally dead in Internet years. I wouldn’t have believed it, seeing as I have made my living off said Internet for over a decade and, most days, I feel like I’m still breathing, albeit heavily. But the facts don’t lie. For instance, just days after my … [Read more...]