You Have to Wanna

Dads! All that stuff you do because you feel as though it ought to be done? Sense of duty? Spousal supportiveness? Well, don’t even bother. It’s not enough. According to this shady little report (citing “recent research”), men who go to prenatal classes not because they’re enthusiastic about them but out of obligation turn out …

Worst Father’s Day Gift Ever? Hardly.

All due respect to Nathan, but this isn’t even close. I own a paper shredder, as it happens—come to think of it, a castoff from my own father, who upgraded to a fancier model—and I take ridiculous pleasure in grinding up my paper trash. I can only explain it in the most hazy terms, but …

Remembering the Mathematical Gamesman

Martin Gardner died this week, inspiring one of two reactions: (a) Who? (b) Oh my god, Martin Gardner! [Followed by ten minutes’ recall of a youth spent with pencil and paper, scribbling and scratching one’s head] I am, needless to say, in group B. Gardner was (for all you group-A types) the world’s foremost constructor …

When He Poops, It’s In Designer Colors

Comes now a report from the ad world: The new Huggies are here, printed to look like sexy, sexy denim jeans, and the sexy, sexy ad for these is offending some with its sexy sexiness. What I want to know has nothing to do with the ad: What poor shmuck thinks this product was a …