And no, he doesn’t fetishize clean/new diapers. But dirty/full ones. So be on the lookout for this dude pawing through your garbage in search of your diaper genie bags.
6 feet 1 inch of crazy was caught “brown handed” in Wisconsin the other day. But how did the authorities know he was a diaper fetishist? Maybe because of the six soiled diapers in his pockets.
He was caught breaking into someone’s home because there weren’t any diapers to be found in the trash. So take those diapers out often.
Take a look at a slightly-amusing slideshow of stuff kids have destroyed at Huffington Post. Some will see it as “instant birth control.” But parents will see it as, well, something they see every day.
Some of these pics are disturbing. Consider the one that features a decapitated Barbie who has also suffered a double mastectomy (and double leg-ectomy for that matter). Wonder what that kid’ll grow up to be.
The author of the site has been featured in the New York Times. So far, she’s gotten upwards of two millions hits. While it’s not as funny (to me) as “Shit My Dad Says,” here’s “Shit My Kids Ruined.” And just like the former, look for a TV show adaptation coming soon.
Here’s a slideshow of some parenting “fails.” Some of these parents are guilty of being grossly negligent. Some are guilty of far worse. And while it’s obvious that several of these shots are faked, they’re still pretty amusing.
The coolest dads will no doubt be getting their kids this “sleeping bag” that makes any week Shark Week. (However, it’s more of a stuffed animal that’s getting stuffed feeding on your kid.)
The shark is cool and all, but for Star Wars fans—hell, for anyone—this Tauntaun bag wins.
From Gawker and Waxy, we thank you for brightening our day.
So, an older couple has been trying for awhile to conceive. At long last they get pregnant. With twins. Watch this amazing birth announcement, which we have decreed “The Best Birth Announcement Ever.”
Welcome to the world of “Advanced Maternal Age” Jennifer and Jeff!
from a March 2006 issue of New York Magazine (photo credits: Ari Versluis & Ellie Uyttenbroek)
Way back in the day, New York Magazine featured an eight page article to coin a new slang term for the grunge/slacker dad: the “Grup” (short for ‘grown up’).
“He owns eleven pairs of sneakers, hasn’t worn anything but jeans in a year, and won’t shut up about the latest Death Cab for Cutie CD. But he is no kid. He is among the ascendant breed of grown-up who has redefined adulthood as we once knew it and killed off the generation gap.”
The current term for such folk these days is probably “Douche Dads,” but that’s a gross generalization: we all know folks like this and actually enjoy their company.
But the family picture at the lower right doesn’t sit so well with me. The Tommy Lee-looking dude complete with leather and bangs looks almost annoying as his wife: the one with a hip stuck out so far she’s about to throw her spine out of whack. And I doubt it’s just to hold the kid, even if her son wasn’t perched there, I’d imagine the hip flies out like that automatically to display “an outright rejection of your sad, typical lifestyle.” I really don’t think I’d want to hang with this crew under any circumstances. They seem to prove that there is now a new class of douche: “The Nuclear Douche Unit.”
There are some sites you see that you think, “Man, I wish I’d thought of that.” Because they’re so simple, because they speak so honestly, because they work. Case in point is Walker Lamond’s site (and now book), “1001 Rules for My Unborn Son.”
The site features quotes from well-known folks, and witty one-liners from the author himself (many times in context with old-school photos). Clearly, Mr. Lamond wants his boy to know the finer points of life.
adulthood as we once knew it and killed off the generation gap.”
The site features quotes from well-known folks, and witty one-liners from the author himself (many times in context with old-school photos). Clearly, Mr. Lamond wants his boy to know the finer points of life.
