My Dad Was The Maxell "Blown Away Guy," Even If I Can't Prove It

When I was little, I was convinced my dad was the Blown Away Guy. I was sure that was my dad’s martini swept up in the audio tempest, my dad’s tie thrashing behind him. The lush-haired guy in that ’80s-dominating ad for Maxell cassettes getting blasted by the music blasting from a pair of JBL speakers, the veritable… »8/10/15 1:19pm8/10/15 1:19pm

You Don't Have Daddy Issues But Your Piece of Shit Father Might

Until recently, I’d never been on the website, I suppose largely because I never had the occasion to ask a man anything. The site’s tagline touts that it is a place where men can become better men, though on my first visit I’m already suspicious that any of my questions will be answered or that I will… »6/21/15 1:20pm6/21/15 1:20pm

A Holiday Gift Guide For Dads, Who Just Want You To Shut Up

As a dad, I can tell you that what your dad really wants is just a little goddamn peace and quiet so he can read a goddamn book/watch the game/just, like, sit for five minutes without you and your sister doing whatever the hell it is you're doing that's probably going to kill at least one and maybe both of you, for… »12/04/14 3:17pm12/04/14 3:17pm

White And Needy: What I Learned From Richard Ford's Sportwriter Trilogy

Be they neurotic, tragic, horny, or (preferably) all of the above, white guys entering midlife have plenty of novels to reference on their journey. But John Updike's Rabbit series, Philip Roth's Nathan Zuckerman books, and the like don't offer real-world models of behavior any more than Slim Shady provides neat… »7/31/14 11:34am7/31/14 11:34am