After reading Moobs, you'll be convinced that the blogosphere is loaded with hidden talent, not just a slew of sycophantic solipsists. If you want a good read nearly every time, from someone sensitive but not obsessed with feelings, this site is for you. Moobs is beloved by his followers and rightly so. He's smart, British, and portrays modern issues (in vitro fertilization and infertility among them) with a sophisticated pen, wry wit, and big heart.
Like all good writers, he is able to evoke sympathy, understanding, and interest despite a viewpoint that may (literally and figuratively) be foreign to the reader. He's a not-yet-Dad barrister living in London and long-married to a pretty girl named P, both struggling to get through, pay for, and survive the trials of in vitro fertilization.
But that's only a small portion of what he describes, with topics ranging from life as a barrister, to a niece's first birthday, to reflections on pervvy youthful proclivities.
With a self-deprecating name like Moobs, how can you lose? Now, his is a Dad-ography I'd gladly devour.