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The name of this blog is a political statement about fatherhood. Regardless of the progress toward gender equality that has occurred over the last several decades, one stereotype persists and may be getting worse: moms are good parents and dads are incompetent boobs who sometimes babysit. Poppycock, I say. Or an excuse for dads who would like to be viewed as numskulls so that they don't have to parent their kids. Dads are parents too, and I know some who are very good at it.
I'm neither a stay-at-home dad nor do I work full time. I work part time, and I'm the primary parent for the foreseeable future. The primary competent parent, I hope it is not presumptuous to say.
I'm neither a stay-at-home dad nor do I work full time. I work part time, and I'm the primary parent for the foreseeable future. The primary competent parent, I hope it is not presumptuous to say.
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4 comments:
Babysitters can be male.
So true, Azure. Do you guys have any male sitters?
Do relatives count? When my sister wants to see a movie that her husband doesn't think he'll like, he regularly babysits while Stan and I take her out. (Yes, he's a gem and my girls *love him*!)
Actually, the babysitter we use most often is male. He's a teenager who lives across the street, and he meets Charlie's bus one day a week to allow each of us to work a full workday. Best to watch my gender stereotypes on a blog like this. ;)
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