Passivity, Authority, and Cynicism

We were invited to a church group picnic today to meet friends of our son and his wife. Amidst the fun and food, the D.I.L. trots out baby pics of my son that she had gleefully pounced on as we were still unpacking at the house. Paul's friends were amazed to see proof of his wittle, cute wittle, vulnerable self as a mere babe and toddler. One young dad said to me, "It's really something to see pics of him so little and cute, because anyone will tell you that when Paul walks into a room, the testosterone level jumps up off the scale. He just brings such a sense of his own manliness with him, we're all impressed." I secretly glowed with pride at such high praise that reflected so well on his father: The Authority. The Man. The Do-er. The One Who Will Not Be Bullshitted. Back to today. Well, actually, to yesterday, as I went... [read full story]                    

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