I hate Paul Mitchell, and I think you should, too. Please join me in my burning hatred for this company. It is deserved and necessary.

I had my hair cut yesterday. As I entered the salon, I saw this product on the shelf by the door. Row after row of it.

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The contents inside these containers may make your hair lustrous and shiny, but that is irrelevant.

This is a terrible product. The message on this product is disgusting. I honestly can’t believe that it exists, and I can’t believe that women allow it to exist by continuing to purchase it.

The implications of the branding are clear:

Skinny is beautiful. “Skinny” is a compliment. You should feel good if someone tells you that you look skinny. You should be skinny or trying to be skinny.

I hate this so much.

There were so many other words that Paul Mitchell could’ve chosen for this product.

You look beautiful today.
You look pretty today.
You look strong today.
You look confident today.
You look amazing today.
You look perfect today.

Instead, the advertisers at Paul Mitchell went with skinny.

I hate this company so much for this decision. I hope you will choose to hate them with me.

I never, ever want my daughter to see this product. No little girl should ever see this product. No woman should see a message like this on the shelf. 

There are many, many ways to be beautiful in this world, and it occurs to me that skinny isn’t anywhere near the top of the list.

Paul Mitchell would seem to disagree, and I hate them for it. 

Please stop purchasing product. Please ask your friends and relatives to stop purchasing this product. If given this product as a gift this holiday season, return it immediately.

If you want to make your opinion heard, contact Paul Mitchell’s customer service line at 800.793.8790. Their hours are Monday through Friday from 11:00-7:00.

I will be calling tomorrow. Join me.

I’m not the only critic of the “Shoes off” policy. There are many other people out there just as judgmental and jerky as me.

I’ve taken some abuse for my position about removing shoes prior to entering a home. Criticism. Castigation. Metaphorical crucifixion, even.

If you’re not familiar, my position is this:

I readily remove my shoes without complaint when asked by the owner of a home, but I think the rule is stupid and rude. I would never say as much unless asked directly. When asked my opinion, however, I will always answer honestly. 

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In contrast to my angry detractors, I’ve also received quite a bit of support for my position, by at least a three to one margin.

Most people who responded to my post on the subject agree with me, but those messages of support tend to be shorter and less emotionally charged than those who disagree.

This is unfortunately the nature of the world.

Recently, two people forwarded me similar pieces on the subject.

The Quick and Dirty Network’s podcast host, Mr. Manners, essentially feels the same way I do about the request to remove one’s shoes. While he doesn’t find the practice as annoying as I do and believes that guests should adhere to the host’s request, he adds:

“If you are going to have people over at your house, and you plan on requesting that people remove their shoes when entering, you have to first understand it will make some people uncomfortable.”

Exactly. I’ll comply with your request and will smile while doing so, but inside, I will be annoyed. Others will feel the same. Simply acknowledge this. Accept the fact that your request, when made in the United States, is not common or expected.

There’s nothing wrong with being different, as long as you don’t try to pretend that you’re not.  

In a post on Rage Against the Minivan, writer Jessica Gotlieb is quoted as saying:

“I’m disgusted when people want me to take my shoes off in their home. OK, I get it for upstairs areas or bedrooms or even if you're Japanese. But if you're my American friend who just wants a clean floor, forget about it. It's a power play and no, you don't get to undress me. My shoes are there to keep me comfortable, cute and free of your foot fungus."

The writer of the post expresses a similar sentiment:

I get that some people have germ issues, but it’s still rattling when requested of me as I walk into someone else’s house. Honestly? I have dry, old-lady feet and cracked heels. Sometimes I’ve chosen random socks to go under my boots because I didn’t think they’ve been seen. Sometimes I’m between pedicures. Sometimes my heels are dirty from chasing a kid around the block in my bare feet. My feet aren’t always “show-ready.” While other people find it to me more clean, I think walking around someone’s house in my bare feet is kinda gross.

I cite these articles as a means of demonstrating that I’m not the intolerant, angry lunatic that some people believed me to be when I expressed similar feelings.

At least I’m not the only intolerant, angry lunatic.

I’m more than willing to remove my shoes when requested. I’m more than willing to keep my opinions to myself. Just because I think your rule is rude and stupid doesn’t mean that I think you are rude and stupid.

It’s okay. We simply disagree on a footwear issue. It’s not the end of the world.

What annoys me most, however, is the person who thinks that asking guests to remove their shoes is normal, commonplace and even expected.

It’s none of these things.

Accept your outlier status. Embrace it. I’m forced to do so all the time. 

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Extend your story beyond its original screen

If you saw the film Gravity, you’ll love this short film that depicts the complete conversation between Aningaaq, a polar fisherman, and Ryan, the astronaut stranded 200 miles above him.

In the actual film, we see Ryan speaking to Aningaaq, but because Aningaaq doesn’t speak English and subtitles are not provided, we don’t get a complete picture of what is being said, and we never see him.

I think film and television should do more of this. That’s easy for me to say, of course, since I’m not footing the bill for any of these extras. “Aningaaq” cost almost $100,000, and I can’t imagine that the producers will ever recoup that cost.

Still, extending your story beyond the confines of its original screen is a great way to keep it alive in the viewers mind.

The occasionally brilliant, oftentimes annoyingly stupid How I Met Your Mother has done this exceptionally well over the years. The producers have created dozens of fake websites mentioned by the characters on the show, and Neil Patrick Harris’s character, Barney Stinson, even wrote a book (that my wife and I purchased in audio form).

They also extend the show using video. In one of the best examples, it’s revealed in an episode that Cobie Smulder’s character, Robin, is a former teen music star from Canada. Her video is briefly revealed on the show but the full video, plus another, can be found on YouTube.  

It’s one of the best sitcom episodes that I’ve ever seen, partly because of the way the show extended the story into the real world.

Sadly, the subsequent episode was utter banality.

The preferred Thanksgiving Day meal time

I enjoyed a lovely and perfect Thanksgiving yesterday.

In the company of some of our best friends, we shared food, conversation and football. We chatted about our work and our children. We laughed at stories told from a year gone by. There was great debate over whether or not I am a hipster (I’m not).

In addition to the food and conversation, my son, Charlie, took more steps yesterday than he has at any other time in his life.

My daughter, Clara, who only eats fruits, breads, cheeses, yogurt, bacon (she doesn’t realize that it’s meat) and some vegetables, enjoyed a dinner slightly different than the rest of us and was understandably hungry when we arrived home that night,, but this was to be expected.

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It was truly a perfect day.

This post is not meant to impugn the perfection of the day in any way, but the only thing that could’ve made the day better was a change in start time. I believe that noon is the ideal time for the Thanksgiving Day meal. I have hosted Thanksgiving many times in my past, and whenever I did, food was on the table as close to 12:00 as possible.

A noontime meal provides these key benefits:

1. The meal does not interfere in any way with football. The first game of the day kicks off just as you finish eating.

2. The fabled late day turkey sandwich is now a possibility and a necessity. When I hosted Thanksgivings in the past, I made sure to have the best breads and cheeses for these late day sandwiches, which were oftentimes better than the meal itself.

3. Desserts can be eaten much later in the day, after the meal has been better digested. There’s nothing better than eating pie two hours after the meal the first football game enters halftime.

4. It eliminates the need for the awkward pre-Thanksgiving Day meal. Rather than eating a lunch that doesn’t consist of turkey or ham or skipping lunch entirely in order to save room, make the Thanksgiving meal the breakfast, lunch and dinner of the day.

5. It affords a drinker who’s had one too many glasses of wine during the meal the time needed to sober up.

6. Best of all, it transforms Thanksgiving into a all day affair, which is what it should be. 

I realize that the noontime meal is a rarity. Other than the ones that I have hosted the holiday, I have never experienced one myself, but I would argue that the closer to noon, the better.

J. Bryan Lowder of Slate suggests that the perfect time for a Thanksgiving dinner is 8:00 PM, claiming that:

“the harsh winter light streaming violently through the windows casts an unappealing pall across (the meal). Candles cannot hope to compete with the sun, so everyone looks and feels washed out and, as a result, prone to petty palpitations and the flaring up of old resentments.”

Apparently Lowder dines in some horrible, post-apocalyptic world, so if this is the case for you and the appearance of the food and your guests is critical to the success of the holiday, perhaps an 8:00 PM meal is a good idea.

But for those like me who live in a world where winter light doesn’t violently stream, candles burn with a fairly consistent flame and my friends look good in almost any light, the noontime meal might be something to consider.

Yesterday’s hosts admitted that there was definite appeal to the noontime meal save one:

The need to rise at some ungodly hour to begin preparations.

While it is true that you may need to begin cooking the turkey as early as 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning, once the bird is in the oven, you can return to bed for a few hours and awaken to  house that already smells of Thanksgiving.

Not bad. Right?

I don’t know J. Bryan Lowder at all, and I’ve never read any of his work, but I don’t think I’d like to spend an evening dining with him anyway. The claim that “everyone knows that dinner—especially a dinner party—is served at the hallowed hour of 8:00 PM” is enough to make me think he’s at least a  pretentious snob and possibly worse.

This may not be a fair assessment at all, but all I have to judge is about 700 words.

Lowder’s only concession to his 8:00 start time is the admission that it’s inconvenient for anyone who has traveled from more than two hours away. But he also asserts that these people should probably be staying the night anyway.

Knowing nothing about this guy, I have to assume that he’s about 25 years-old, lives in Brooklyn, enjoys Thanksgiving with six other hipster friends in an apartment somewhere in Williamsburg, and may actually live on the set of HBO’s Girls. Lowder has no idea what “staying the night” might mean for a family of three or four with small children or a host whose home isn’t blessed with a guest room or even an elderly grandparent.

I know it’s hard to think beyond a two foot radius at times, but c’mon.

Unless your Thanksgiving excludes children, anyone over 55 and anyone traveling more than 30 minutes from their home, an 8:00 mealtime is simply insane.

I don’t even think a regular dinner party should begin at 8:00. But the again, I’ve never been very interested in what “everyone knows.”

Let’s remember someone worth remembering

The next time you see an article or photograph of some reality television celebrity like Kim Kardashian, look away. Actively disengage from their nonsense. Make a purposeful effort to know as little as possible about people who have done so little to make this world a better pace.

It’s possible, too. If you asked me to pick Kim Kardashian out of a lineup, I would be hard pressed to find her. If you asked me why she is famous, I honestly can’t tell you. I know she was on a reality television program, but I have to assume that she was famous before that, but I don’t know why.

This is only because I choose to look away whenever possible. You can do the same.

Instead, turn your attention to someone like Irena Sendler, who most of us have forgotten, if we ever knew her at all.

Forget Kim Kardashian. Remember Irena Sendler.

Imagine what a glorious world it would be if everyone did this.

17 reasons why I am thankful on Thanksgiving

After lamenting over the fact that the foundation of my good fortune is based upon blind luck, I must admit that I have much to be thankful for on Thanksgiving.

The following is a terribly incomplete list:

1. My children, who are my greatest blessing in life. I find joy in everything that they do. Though I know that things may not be nearly as blissful as they grow older, they are a pair of well behaved, even-keeled kids who make parenting unexpectedly easy for us.

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2. My wife, who has proven to be a remarkable mother with near-flawless instincts when it comes to parenting. She is tough, loving, unwavering and willing to do what is best for our children in all things.

She is also the best wife. I know many, many wives, and I have yet to meet one better than Elysha. She encourages me at every step, accepts me at every turn and is my partner in all of my endeavors.

She’s also incredibly beautiful, which is a nice bonus. 

3. In these not-so-easy economic times, I am thankful to still find myself with the means of providing for my family. 

I’m in my fifteenth year of teaching and love it today as much as I did when I began so long ago. While I may have an eye on teaching high school or college sometime in the not-so-distant future, I still adore my days in the classroom with my fifth graders and am blessed to be doing something that I love and something that I’ve dreamed about doing since childhood.

In addition, I’m working with some of the finest teachers who I have ever known, and together, I feel like we are making enormous differences in the lives of children.

My DJ company remains successful after 17 years in business. While I am doing considerably fewer weddings than in previous years, this is by choice, and it has made the business much more enjoyable. We are only working with clients who we choose at venues we know and like.

My writing career continues to prosper. My fourth novel will publish sometime next year. My fifth is nearly complete and already in the hands of my agent, as is a memoir about my last season of golf and the start of a more traditional memoir about the struggles that I have experienced throughout my life. I also have a on-the-side novel that I am pecking away at now and then that I like a lot.

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In addition to all this, I am fortunate enough to be paid for tutoring gigs, speaking gigs and a variety of other side jobs. Finding work is not been a problem for me, and I know how fortunate I am for this.   

4. I am thankful for The Moth, the storytelling organization that allowed me to take a stage two years ago and tell my first story. Since that day, I have competed in more than 20 StorySLAMs, 3 GrandSLAMs and a Mainstage show. My stories have appeared on the Moth’s Radio Hour and their weekly podcast, and I’ve been fortunate enough to win 10 StorySLAM competitions so far.

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This success has opened doors to storytelling opportunities with organizations like The Story Collider, Literary Death Match, The Mouth and more, and this year led to the launch of Speak Up, the storytelling organization that Elysha and I produce in Hartford.

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It’s amazing how something that did not exist in my life three years ago is suddenly such a enormous part of my life now.

5. I am thankful for my friends, a collection of honest, direct, intelligent, successful people who miraculously accept me for who I am and stand by me in times of trouble.

6. I am thankful for the Patriots, a team suffering from a series of near-catastrophic injuries yet have given me something to cheer about.

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7. I am thankful for canned, jellied cranberry sauce. We should eat much more of this throughout the year.

8. I am thankful for Bill Bryson, William Shakespeare, Stephen King, Nicholson Baker, JK Rowling, Jasper Fforde, Mark Twain, Nora Ephron, Billy Collins, David Sedaris and Kurt Vonnegut and a dozen others who I have shamefully forgotten to mention. These are writers who continue to entertain and inspire me every day.

I’m also thankful for the many, many writers who I have gotten to know over the past 5 years who have shared so much, taught me more and generously offered their hands in friendship. 

9. I am thankful for Bluetooth headphones and the limitless supply of podcasts and music that pour forth from them on a daily basis.

10. I am thankful for puddles in the driveway, so that I can watch my daughter splash in them.

11. I am thankful for pickup basketball and the occasional collisions in flag football.

I’d be thankful for tackle football if I could find someone to play with me.

12. I am thankful for Kaleigh, a dog who can admittedly annoy us to no end but is the only other living being willing to climb out of bed at 4:00 AM with me and head downstairs to work. Almost every sentence that I compose is written with Kaleigh underfoot.

13. I’m thankful for Owen, our twenty pound bulimic house cat who wakes us in the middle of the night and bites us from time to time but accepts all of our children’s poking and prodding and full-body hugs with patience and love.

14. I’m thankful for our many babysitters, and especially Allison, who take such amazing care of our children when we are gallivanting about.

15. I’m thankful for my literary agent, my film agent, my editor, the booksellers of the world and all the other bookish and entertainment professionals who make my sentences sound gooder and help my stories find their way into readers’ hands.

16. I’m thankful for golf.

17. I’m thankful for my family. A father who I am finally beginning to know. A brother who is back in my life after many years apart. A sister who should be writing more. Aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews and cousins who my children are getting to know. And my wife’s family, who have taken me in and made me feel like a part of their family.

My family situation has never been the most stable and normal one in the world, but I’m fortunate nonetheless.

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This piece in Slate by Allison Benedikt is ridiculous link bait. It’s also offensive to my children.

I love Slate. I probably read Slate more than anything else on the Internet. But occasionally Slate publishes pieces that amount to nothing more than link bait, and Allison Benedikt’s piece entitled No Thanksgivukkah: The portmanteau holiday is bad for Jews and bad for America, is clearly one of them.

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Bad for America? The hyperbole in the subtitle alone is ridiculous, and it’s an argument that she fails to address at any point in the piece.

Not once is her perceived threat to America discussed.

Pure, unadulterated link bait. I should stop right there. This alone should be indictment enough. But I’ll proceed, because I was so annoyed by this piece.  

As you may know, Thanksgiving and Hanukkah overlap this year for the first time in 125 years this year. This won’t happen for another 70,000 years, so even the need for making an argument like this is questionable at best.

Get over it, Benedikt. It’s one year.

But the rationale behind Benedikt’s objections are just as ridiculous, probably because link bait is hard to write. If it’s not hyperbolic nonsense, readers won’t click. But hyperbolic nonsense is difficult to pass off as rational. 

Benedikt has three objections to Thanksgivukkah. Here they are in the order that she presents them:

I don’t want my kids to think Thanksgiving is a “present holiday.”

And while Thanksgivukkah is a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, I guarantee that every little Jewish boy and girl who gets a gift on Thursday will, going forward, expect gifts on the fourth Thursday of November—forever.

Ridiculous. Jewish children will receive presents immediately after the lighting of the candles as a part of Hanukkah,, as it has been done every year before. The traditional will remain the same, except that it will be buffered by turkey and stuffing. Unless you wrap the child’s gift in the turkey carcass, it will be crystal clear that these presents have nothing to do with the Pilgrims, cranberry sauce or football.

Even if there are children who are stupid or monstrous enough to expect gifts the following year, they will not receive them, thus ending all future expectations.

As parents, we say no and move on.

And let’s be realistic. This isn’t going happen. Perhaps the most demonic and materialistic children might expect gifts for one additional year, but these monsters are few and far between, and their expectations will only last one year. For children of such ill repute, this kind of  disappointment is probably needed and deserved.

I also find it  fairly offensive to assume that my children will expect gifts on Thanksgiving next year, which Benedikt does when she “guarantees” that “every little Jewish boy and girl… will expect gifts on the fourth Thursday of November—forever.”

Hyperbole? Probably. But don’t lump my children into your exaggeration. I am confident that many, many little Jewish girls and boys are smart enough to understand the difference between the two holidays, even when they overlap, including my own. Leave my kids out of your link bait. You insult them and all their sensible brethren when you do so. 

Sweet and sour braised brisket with cranberry sauce is an abomination.

The argument here is that Jewish food and Thanksgiving Day food does not mix well.

I realize how important food is to the Jewish tradition, but the need to bifurcate these food items lest they be ruined is obviously stupid.

Because my favorite thing about Thanksgiving is that it’s secular.

Allison Benedikt is a Jewish woman married to an atheist man who celebrates the traditions of Christmas. This describes our family as well. My wife is Jewish, and I am a reluctant atheist who loves Santa, Christmas trees and holiday music.

Benedikt struggles with the issues surrounding these religious differences, as did her parents for a time. She expresses as much on a recent podcast, and it’s also hinted at in her piece.

But this sounds like much more of a personal problem for Benedikt than one that impacts a large number of people. It’s really not hard to differentiate between the two holidays, even when they fall on the same day.

It’s really not hard at all.

Besides, in my experience, Hanukkah is celebrated in most Jewish homes for about 15 minutes every night.

Maybe longer if dinner is part of the celebration.

Light some candles, say a prayer, open a gift, and perhaps eat a traditional Jewish meal on one or more of the nights. In fact, I have been told on many occasions (sometimes with great vehemence) that Hanukkah is actually a minor Jewish holiday that has only gained notoriety because of its proximity to Christmas and the desire for retail establishments to capture the Jewish consumer as well.

The overlap between the two holidays is hardly daylong. 

Benedikt suspects that she is not alone in her desire for the secular and the religious to remain separate, and I agree. But I also think that she’s in a minority, and it’s a minority that has yet to work through their religious differences with themselves and their spouses. When it’s “a relief it is to have this one major holiday that isn’t in some part about what I am and my husband is not (Jewish), or what he is and I’m not (Christmas-celebrating),” you haven’t exactly embraced the religious diversity in your home.

Instead of worrying about explaining to your kids why mom believes this and dad believes that, why not just embrace a multi-religious view in which all religious views are treated equally, absent any pressure for anyone to conform?

If that seems too radical, remember that this threat to Jews and America will not happen again for another 70,000 years.

Grin and bear it for 24 hours.

The Pope and an old lady in parking lot

On Saturday morning an older woman spotted me wearing gym shorts in a parking lot and said, “Put some pants on! Who do you think you are?”

As with all rhetorically rude questions, I answered as specifically as possible. “I’m Matthew Dicks. Kind of a strange question, but would you like to see my driver’s license.”

To her credit, she smiled.

In my defense, I wear whatever the hell I want and often dress for where I will be and not the brief interludes between my car and my destination place.

Also, I was going to the gym after my shopping was done. I was dressed for exercise.

It turns out that she wasn’t the only older person complaining about the clothing choices of strangers last week.  

On Sunday the Pope was overheard shouting, “It's cold! Are you nuts?” at  someone wearing short sleeves in winter.

Old people can be so annoying when it comes staying warm. Just because your body is old and can’t keep you warm anymore doesn’t mean you should impose your clothing expectations on others.

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I split my pants EIGHT YEARS AGO. Strangers are still talking about it.

Not surprising: My wife knew the people sitting behind us at dinner last night. She’s knows everyone.

Surprising: One of the women in the party asked if I was the elementary school teacher who once split his pants in front of his class.

Surprising because the splitting of my pants in front of my class happened eight years ago when I attempted to stand atop a student’s desk to make a point. I raised and planted by first foot on the desk top with relative ease but heard the unholy sound of tearing fabric as I attempted to propel my other leg forward.

That was eight years ago, and the moment wasn’t publicized in the local newspaper and did not appear on the evening news.

Word just got around.

I shudder to think what other stories might be alive and well in the general public.

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Juicing is dumb. But I didn’t say it.

This may come as a surprise, but every so often, I don’t write something in fear that it may offend readers. I know. Based upon some of the things that I’ve written in the past, can you imagine how awful these things must be in order for me to avoid saying them?

Here’s an example:

Last week I wanted to write a piece about juicing. Specifically, I noticed that so many of the juicers who I know are juicing or have juiced are lost souls who lack sufficient self esteem, self confidence or direction in life. They tend to be people who latch onto every latest fad, dietary or otherwise, in a desperate attempt to find the missing piece of a puzzle that’s missing more pieces than they know or are willing to admit.

Juicers often talk about the mental awaking and spiritual enlightenment that comes with juicing. Juicing programs have names like Renovation, Excavation, Glow, Clean, and LOVE Deep. While the idea that juicing can do any of these things is nonsense, it explains why everyone who juices secretly despises their lives:

Happy, confident people don’t need to glow. They don’t require any spiritual awakening. They are not seeking renovation, excavation or love at the bottom of a bottle.

No one juices because they like juice. They juice to become better people.

This, of course, is absurd.

While the idea that all juicers feel like this admittedly an exaggeration, it’s a slight one at best.

But I opted not to write this piece, in fear that I might offend juicers everywhere. Perhaps there are some truly self-actualized juicers who don’t think the world is treating them unfairly. There may be juicers in the world who don’t feel undervalued, ignored, underutilized and under confident.

Perhaps there are some happy juicers out there after all.

But I chose not to write the piece, feeling like doing so would only annoy a large segment of people.

Less than a week later, Katy Waldman of Slate wrote the damn thing for me. Her piece, entitled Stop Juicing: It’s not healthy, it’s not virtuous and it makes you seem like a jerk, attacks juicing on a number of levels, and while she doesn’t spend as much time on the psyche of the juicer as I might have, she feels essentially the same about juicing that I do:

It’s stupid. And if you’re doing it, shut up about it. No one cares.

I just wish that I had said it first.

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Lessons learned from 4 years of parenting

Two years ago, when my daughter was two, I created a list of lessons that I had learned from two years of parenting. Two years and an additional child later, I’ve added to the list based upon additional experience. 

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The list may someday become a framework for a book or memoir. For now, I hope it can helpful to new parents in need of some guidance and encouragement.

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  • The parent who assumes the tougher position in regards to expectations and discipline is almost always correct.
  • Almost every behavior is temporary. Remembering this is key to avoiding frustration.  
  • Almost every temper tantrum can and should be ignored.
  • The calmer the household, the calmer the child.
  • Avoid becoming emotionally attached to your child’s inappropriate behaviors whenever possible. They are almost never about you.  
  • Writing to your child on a daily basis helps you better appreciate the moments with your little one and prevents you from wondering why times flies by so quickly.
  • There are extremely few critical and uncorrectable mistakes that you can make with your child. 
  • With exceptions, training your child to fall sleep on her own in her own bed and sleep through the night takes about two weeks if done with tenacity, an iron will and an absolute adherence to the advice of experts. Parents must also possess the grudging acceptance that thunderstorms, nightmares and illness will upset the apple cart from time to time.
  • You cannot take too many photographs of your child.
  • Despite their size, it’s almost impossible to impose your physical will on any toddler without risking harm to them. Find another way.
  • Reading to your child every single night without exception is an easy but critical critical commitment that every parent must make.  
  • Changing a diaper is not a big deal and is never something worthy of whines or complaints.
  • Toddlers will invariably have a million things to tell you as soon as you begin an important telephone call. Lock yourself in a room or go sit in the car before dialing. 
  • Experienced parents always know which toys are best.
  • Toddlers cannot distinguish between a new toy and a used toy. Accept all hand-me-down toys with gratitude, knowing they were once well loved and can be loved again.
  • Unsolicited advice from experienced parents should always be received with appreciation. It should not be viewed as a criticism or indictment of your own parenting skills and can be easily ignored if need be.
  • There is absolutely no reason for a child under eighteen months old to be watching television on a daily basis.
  • Consignment shops are some of the best places to find children’s clothing and toys unless you are a pretentious snob.
  • Parents seeking the most fashionable or trendy stroller, diaper bag, and similar accouterments are often saddled with the least practical option.
  • Little boys and little girls are entirely different animals. They have almost nothing in common, and it is a miracle that they might one day marry each other.
  • The ratio of happy times to difficult times in the first four years of your child’s life is about one billion to one. Some parents have an unfortunate tendency to forget the billion and accentuate the one.

I’ve also separated out three rules out that are closely interconnected and exceptionally important for expecting parents and the parents of newborns to understand.

  • Taking care of a child during the first four years of life is not nearly as difficult as many people want you to believe.
  • Telling people that raising your child has been an easy and joyous experience will often annoy them. Do it anyway.  
  • Experienced parents who are positive, optimistic and encouraging to the parents of newborns are difficult to come by and should be treasured when found.

My son’s first steps (and a gentle shove)

My son took his first steps yesterday. We managed to capture a few of them on video. A day later, I still get goose bumps just thinking about it.

In truth, Charlie could’ve walked a couple days earlier, but my wife and I had a deal (the same deal we had with our daughter):

If it looks like he’s about to take his first steps but either one of us is not present, push him over and prevent him from taking the steps until we’re both there.

That, my friends, is true love.

Verbal sparring 101: Acts of extreme self-flagellation are very useful

At the end of the previous school year, a colleague was upset with me for my failure to strictly comply to a policy related to her department. When she called to discuss this issue, one of my students answered the telephone, and because I was in the middle of a lesson, I told the student to take a message. The colleague insisted that she speak with me, so I instructed my student to hang up on her. Nothing comes between me and a good math lesson.

As you might expect, my colleague was exceptionally angry and with good reason. I knew that she would be calling back at some point, so I carefully planned my defense.

When she called back the next day at lunch time, I was ready. Before she could speak, I launched into an explanation about how I was entirely at fault in this situation and accepted full blame. I went on to describe myself as an awful, inappropriate, unprofessional, disrespectful  person who didn’t deserved to be treated with a even a modicum of respect. I said that I was a bad person, a bad teacher, and a terrible role model for my students. I went on and on for a full five minutes, finding new and creative means of self-flagellation, until my colleague was forced to interject and defend me against myself.

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“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “You’re an amazing teacher. Your kids love you.”

“No,” I said. “I’m not. The way I treated you in this situation makes that obvious. I’m despicable.”

“This isn’t a big deal, Matt. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

We went back and forth for a while. I insisted that I was a rotten person. She insisted that I was making a big deal out of nothing. I offered enormous and outrageous concessions. She refused each one, insisting that no concessions were required.

In the end, my colleague never had the opportunity to lodge a single complaint about me. She never expressed a single negative emotion. She spent the entire phone call insisting that I was a good person and a great teacher.

When you can force your detractor into defend you against yourself, you have won the day.

How many male authors, after speaking brilliantly about writing and literature, have been asked publicly about their clothes?” I have an answer, but I suspect that some of you will want to chop my head off for it.

Author M. Molly Backes recently asked the following question on Twitter:

@mollybackes: How many male authors, after speaking brilliantly for an hour about writing and literature, have been asked publicly about their clothes?

It’s a fair question. Let me first go on the record as saying that I don’t support questions like this in any way.

Actually, that’s not true. I support these kinds of questions in full when they are asked of me. I specifically request that audiences to ask me challenging, odd and unique questions, related or unrelated to my books, and I reward them with prizes for doing so. I love questions that confound and confuse me me. They often lead to interesting exchanges and the opportunity for me to tell often untold stories.

The only clothing-related question I was ever asked was “Boxers or briefs?” But that lady wanted the prize badly. I don’t think she possessed any genuine curiosity about my underwear.

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All that said, I’d like to suggest that the reason that male authors don’t receive questions about their clothing is rather simple:

While there are exceptions to this rule, fashion tends to be a conversational topic dominated by women.

Men rarely speak about their clothing, and women speak of it often.

Having spent the last fifteen years in an elementary school where more than 90% of my friends and colleagues are women, and having also attended an all women’s college prior to that, I’ve grown the understand the dichotomy in male and female communication well.

I’m actually writing a book about it with a sociologist.

What’s become exceptionally clear to me after all these years is that women (not all, but a great majority) speak about fashion and physical appearance a lot. They compliment one another on their clothing. They remark on new hair styles. They comment on shoes and jewelry. They admire boots and scarves. They ask about the origins of specific articles of clothing with incredible frequency. In fact, the typical response to a compliment like, “I love that sweater,” is “Thanks, I got it as such and such a place.”

Comments about fashion and physical appearance are a large part of female socialization. It’s a topic that is mentioned often.

This is a reason that fashion magazines are written primarily for women.

This is the reason that two of the most popular fashions in the country, Marie Claire and Elle, actually have women’s names.

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This is a reason that I am the only man I know who watches Project Runway. More than 80% of the show’s audience is female. And the percentage of women who watch the Academy Award’s red carpet fashion pre-show are even higher.

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Women talk fashion. Not all of them, but in comparison to men, the number is huge. Clothing is a female topic of conversation.

This is simply not the case for men. We almost never discuss or ask about clothing. This is not meant to imply that men’s topics of conversation are more sophisticated or erudite than women. Just different.

So while it’s inappropriate, rude, and ridiculous to ask a female author about her clothing during the Q&A portion of her book talk, it also makes perfect  sense that if someone is going to be asked, it’s going to be a female author and not a male author.

No one, man or woman, ever asks me about my clothing, on or off the book circuit. I don’t ask anyone about their clothing. It’s just not a realm in which men frequently operate.

Before you chop my head off for making such assertions, consider this:

A female author spends an hour talking to her audience. She is engaging, informative, and amusing. The audience asks pertinent and insightful questions. Everyone is happy.

Ten minutes later, that same female author is sitting at a nearby table, signing books. A female reader approaches. She hands over a book for the author to sign, compliments the author on her work, describes her favorite part of the story, and then says, “By the way, I love your sweater? Did you knit it yourself?”

“No,” the author says. “I only wish I could knit something like this.”

“It’s beautiful,” the reader says. “Where did you get it?”

This exchange would seem perfectly normal to both the author and the reader. No one would think twice about it.

But now try to imagine the same exchange if either the author or the reader (or both) were male. It would almost never happen. But with two women, the conversation seems commonplace and unremarkable.

While it’s inappropriate to ask the same question about the sweater in the middle of the author’s presentation, it’s important to note that we’re not talking about an entirely inappropriate question.

We’re only talking about a matter of timing.

Asking the question during the presentation is not good. Asking it after the presentation is fine.

It should also be remembered that the reader who asks the clothing question during an author’s presentation does so for a reason, and it’s not necessarily meant to be demeaning. Perhaps the questioner simply wants to know something about the author’s wardrobe and is unable to delay gratification. Maybe she’s nervous about being in the presence of someone who she admires and isn’t thinking straight. Maybe she’s a person who doesn’t understand the societal norms and expectations attached to an author talk. Or perhaps she feels unjustifiably friendly and even intimate with the author after having read her book and listened to her speak.

This happens to me all the time. People who I don’t know feel like they know me well.

Regardless of the reason, asking the question during the talk a bad decision, but it’s not an example of sexism. It’s asked because it’s a woman speaking to a woman, and when women speak, fashion is often used as a conversational lubricant.

It has nothing to do with respecting a male author over a female author. It’s just poor timing.

How many male authors, after speaking brilliantly for an hour about writing and literature, have been asked publicly about their clothes?

Not many. Almost none, I suspect. But no one ever asks us about our clothing. I can’t remember the last time a person, make or female, commented on my fashion choices. It only makes sense that I wouldn’t be asked questions like this during an author talk. I never receive them in real life.

On the other hand, I’m frequently asked about my favorite sports teams, my golfing handicap, my wife, and the books that husbands and boyfriends might enjoy.

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I know that I’m asked these questions because I am a man. It is assumed (rightfully so) that I enjoy watching sports. It’s assumed (and rightfully so) that I play sports. It’s assumed that I read books that the typical man would enjoy. I may have read the latest Jennifer Weiner or Ann Patchett novel, but no one gives a damn about my opinion on those books. No one ever asks me to recommend a good beach read, a romance novel or a tear jerker, either.

Can you guess why?

It’s because I’m a man. No one asks me these kinds of questions in my real life, so why would I expect them to start at a book talk?

I understand why a female author would be offended by a question related to her clothing, and she has a right to be annoyed. It’s not the time or place for such questions, but it’s probably not because the person asking the question is sexist or thinks any less of female writers.

She’s probably just a woman, and fashion is something that women speak about often. If the same question were asked five minutes after the talk, it would probably be greeted with a smile.

There’s no reason to feel belittled or insulted by such questions.

Annoyed? Sure.

Offended? If you must.

But not belittled. Yes, you’re being asked the question because you’re a woman (and the person asking is likely a woman), but it has nothing to do with your ability as an author.

It’s simply a common topic of conversation amongst women.

At least we don’t throw knives at our children

Next time someone older than me complains that my generation (and subsequent generations) lack manners or spend too much time on our phones or don’t save enough money, I’ll say, “At least we don’t throw knives at our children for fun.”

Every generation has something to be embarrassed about, as I rather aggressively pointed out to an older gentleman last week.

This one is pretty horrifying.

My TED Talk (if you listen closely)

On Saturday, I gave a TED Talk on Creativity and Compassion at Western Connecticut State University. It was an interesting conference that was sponsored by the school’s Center for Compassion, which was launched earlier this year after the Dalia Lama visited the school.

Once the video has been edited and published, I will post it here.

Back in August of this year, I gave another TED Talk on Education and Innovation at the AT&T Conference Center in conjunction with Center for 21st Century Skills. Unfortunately (and incredibly frustratingly), the sound on the recording was poor.

I can’t tell you how annoyed I am.

I hope to give this talk again at another TED conference, but until now, this is all I have, poor sound and all.