Why daddy bloggers are deliciously evil.

There is a certain je ne sais quoi about daddy bloggers that I find so appealing.

Don’t get me wrong.  There are some truly amazing women, mothers and writers in bloggyland.  There is a sisterhood amongst mothers that is unlike any other, and I feel lucky to call some of these women friends.

But on a different plane, I’ve always been the type of gal that, on some level, has related more closely with men than women.  In college, I roomed with 5 guys.  (That went over really well with the folks, as you can imagine.)  My best friend is a dude.  Secretly, I think “pull my finger” jokes really are funny.

So when I happen upon a parenting blog written by a man, there’s something that draws me to it.  Here are some of the things I like about some of the daddy blogs – and bloggers – I interact with. Disclaimer: There may be some blatant generalizations and stereotyping in this post.  Maybe none more glaring than my use of the phrase “daddy bloggers.”  That said, here is my take.

Daddy bloggers are always amongst the first to comment on a post containing references to potty humor or farts.  I really love that about them.

On a related note, daddy bloggers often aren’t afraid to write about the big grumpy they took, or the epic wind they broke.  And sometimes it’s funny.  In a deliciously evil sort of way.

Daddy bloggers usually assume you’re being a smart ass, rather than being vicious or snarky.  And, at least in my case, they’re almost always right.

Daddy bloggers are, sometimes…quintessentially…guys.  They almost always get my references to poker, sports or deliciously evil things like bacon.  Mmm, bacon.

Daddy bloggers have been known to make not-so-thinly-veiled sexual references that I’m pretty sure I couldn’t get away with.  Pop’s balls pretty much epitomize all that is deliciously evil.

Daddy bloggers, at least the ones I know, aren’t usually caught up in the drama and controversy that sometimes engulfs women in bloggyland.  Maybe it’s because they recognize there are more important things to talk about.  Like poop.  And bacon.  Mmm, bacon.

And daddy bloggers aren’t afraid to reveal their sensitive side.  Sometimes they write about things that touch us to the core, or bring tears to our eyes.  Sometimes they write movingly about their children, or the women in their lives.  They write things that remind us of all that is good, and pure and beautiful about fatherhood.  Perhaps they remind us of some of the things we love most about the men in our own lives.

Yep.  There’s something about daddy bloggers that I find touching, hilarious, and deliciously evil all at the same time.  And with that in mind, I tip my virtual hat to a couple of my favorite bloggers with the Y chromosome.

Big Daddy Autism and Go, Pop, Go – I hereby present you with this Deliciously Evil Award.

As with past Deliciously Evil Awards, there are no stipulations with receiving it.  Meaning, you don’t have to pass this award on to anyone or tell us 10 things about yourself.  (Seriously.  I already know more about your bodily functions than I’d care to admit.)  I’d just be honored if you took it.  With my thanks.

It’s guys like you that make me think we might be better off with a little more testosterone in bloggyland.   Just don’t ask me to pull your finger.  I fall for that one every time.

Poop, food, and a surprise nugget


It was so cathartic doing Friday Flip-Offs last week that I’m back for more.  This time, I’m keeping it short and sweet… and throwing in a little surprise at the end.  Here goes:

To the Diaper Genie in Chip’s room.  Flip off.  You clearly do not work in containing the stench, as it smells like something died in there.  If I could make one wish, Genie, it would be that you would actually do your job.

To Booyah.  I won’t flip you off, because I love you.  But smearing poo across the bathroom floor is simply unacceptable.  If you have a dingleberry, come see me, and I will help you take care of it.  In the meantime, flip off, poo smears.

And finally, to blog posts with pictures in it like this… flip off.

Let it be noted, my finger is not aimed towards the blog or the blogger, but towards these posts and photos that keep popping up in my Google reader late at night.

Because these pictures are evil.  I don’t even like chocolate that much, but I was still licking my computer screen.  I cannot tell you how many times I have been driven to late night snacking because this particular blogger wrote a food post that made me positively salivate.  Her posts have sent me downstairs to reheat the Mac ‘n Cheese I served my own kids for dinner… many a time.

With that, I’m giving Gigi at Klugy Mom an award of my own… the first ever Deliciously Evil Award.

There are no stipulations or rules with this award.  It has the cash equivalent of one meeelioon dollars.  And it comes with just one feeble request.

Pretty please, with organic whipped cream on top, could you please do a food post on carrot sticks and celery?  My butt would sure thank you for it.