Just what is a daddy blogger, friends?
In order to be one must you simply just have kids? Or must you also suck? Many a blogger abhors the day they’ll become a parent, and subsequently have to start writing about poopy diapers and soccer matches.
Along with the recent addition of my little bundle of perfection, edadkins.com has been hounded with inquiries as to the future direction of the blog. The NYT, the Observer, Wall Street Journal- all of these publications have quite possibly been trying to call me to find out. People have quit their jobs, left their families, camped outside my doorstep- all to get an answer. An answer to a question that just might redefine why we even have an internets.
The question, “so, now that you have a kid are you gonna become a daddy blogger, or what?”
That is an ignorant question. I most certainly will not.
Or maybe I will.
The definition of “daddy blogger” is awfully loose. Look it up, see? No one really knows what it is. Many parent bloggers get a bad rap because (1.) they can’t write for crap and (2.) regardless of how dull and pointless their ramblings are, other parents flock to their site like it’s a new fad diet and they get all the awards for “most humorous blog” when everyone knows I should win. Serious. The vast majority of Mommy and Daddy blogs read like scripts for Full House.
On one hand, I will be a daddy blogger. How could I not? My child is more beautiful and wonderful than any kid you could possibly ever have. I understand that becoming a daddy blogger could someday land me in the crosshairs of certain bloggers (mango, copygod, fat guy). I don’t sweat it.
On the other hand, having a child will not curb my acerbic wit. On the contrary, you’ll still catch me saying stuff like, “after watching the Grammy’s pre-show, I know I’m not the only one hoping Star Jones ends up on an Iraqi beheading video.”
So yes, I have joined the ranks of the daddy bloggers. I may someday be counted among the legendary heavy hitters like Zeroboss, Genuine and Dooce. I just might even end up rich and famous, with my face adorning everything from cereal boxes to underoos. BUT fear not, gentle readers, for edadkins.com will always be your intelligent source for offensive, immature, and useless banter. Just now with more poopy.