I can tell if the existence of such awful things as Pajama Jeans and Jumpin’ Jammer’z are evidence that men should never be allowed to choose their own clothes, or if they are evidence that no one (their wives) should be allowed to choose clothes for them. Below, videographic evidence to assist which side you …
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First, for those of you snickering at my headline, be ashamed. Anyway. Prior to having a kid I always understood a nanny as firmly within the purview of the obscenely wealthy. Surely only the elite could afford a governess to instruct the little ones in the fine art of potty usage, good sleep habits, and, …
I can’t tell if this comes through in the posts of late, but now seems to be a bit of a winter of discontent for the DadWagoneers. Could have something to do with the lovely, steel-grey New York weather, or the fact that the blog keeps plugging along without making any of us into Steven …
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Some months back I wrote a post about how the frenzied reaction to Jonathan Franzen’s book, Freedom, had been interpreted by some as sexist. I felt there was some merit to the notion that Franzen’s work is interpreted as serious literature because he is a man, and a comparable novel by a female writer would …
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