My Dad

I think I'm very lucky to be an adult male who does not have an adversarial relationship with my father. It seems like there are many men in their 20s and 30s who feel at odds with their fathers for a variety of reasons, and I've never been in that situation. Sure, there was that period during my senior year of high school when I was 16-17 and a total asshole, but that's just part of adolescence. Other than that brief period of my life, it's been pretty smooth sailing.

While I know that I am very strongly my mother's child – I have her brain, her ability to manipulate, her sense of humor, her worldview – my father made some extremely valuable contributions. I've learned to be stubborn when necessary, to fight for what's right, to work hard, and to try to do things that I don't know if I can do. But most importantly, I can thank him for setting an amazing example when it comes to treating women with respect and love, and for demonstrating the power of a fierce sense of loyalty and devotion.

I usually wouldn't write a post like this for a family member's birthday, but I know that my dad reads my blog sometimes. He's never told me that he does, and I know that he finds it offensive and horrifying and horrible and unnecessary, but he still reads it as his way of keeping up on my life. And that small action speaks volumes.

Happy birthday, Dad.

Daddio
No, he's not blind. Just cool.

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