That's the gist -- or at least what I got out of -- a moronic essay by
former New York Times reporter and current stay-at-home dad Charlie
LeDuff published in November's catalogue for fancy watches, or as the
general reading public knows it: Men's Vogue.
I came across the
essay at my local pizza joint this weekend and was overjoyed to see
LeDuff's byline, considering that as a former reporter myself, I
certainly admired the work of the Pulitzer Prize winner. And to think that LeDuff is now, like me, a stay-at-home dad, this was one article I had to read.
(And yes, I realize it's a few days old and Rebel Dad, Daddy Types and hell, even Judith Warner, have all waxed eloquently about it -- yet that is the life of a stay-at-home dad. You find time for yourself when you can.)
But
now I wish I hadn't seen the essay at all. From the start, I was put
off both by the "Daddy Wars" title and LeDuff's vision of dads as
inept, helpless halfwits of the manor.
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