Look, you guys know me. You know I don’t like to make a big deal of what an incredible writer I am. I like to let the incredible writing be incredible by itself. That’s the Daddy’s Little Miracle way.
But sometimes I’m too modest, especially about all the amazing stuff I’m doing on other parts of the Internet.
For instance, did you know that I invented Snapchat?
Of course you didn’t! I didn’t tell anyone about it!
Why didn’t I tell anyone about it?
Because it’s not true. AND because I’m modest.
Well, I’ve had enough. We’ve all had enough! It’s time to stop shrinking like a violet and start growing, also like a violet.
I sometimes write for an Australian website called The Shake. There. I said it.
I’ve written about watching the Penguin Parade on Phillip Island with my little miracle baby, who freaked out in the gift shop.
I’ve also written about the differences between Australian and American sexism. If you remain very still, you can still feel the reverberations in the national consciousness from the way I shook the hell out of it with that game-changing essay. But that’s just the kind of thing that happens when Daddy gets real.
And, of course, I wrote my now infamous review of Diana, the film version of the actual person, Diana. I still haven’t seen the film (or the person), but I stand by my appraisal.
In my latest opus, I went through the lyrics of the Miley Cyrus song, My Darlin line by line with my son in an effort to understand what it’s about.
Take a look, tell your friends and leave some comments…