It seems I’m a misandrist…
My phone began to buzz around 9pm. It was Father’s Day and my column that morning had been about my son’s thin grasp on the merits of the occasion. ‘My son is suspicious of the idea of Father’s Day’ began its headline. ‘Why would he want to celebrate the lesser of his two parents?’
It was – I thought – a fairly sweet piece about my son’s occasionally remarked preference for his mum, and initial reaction from readers was very positive. But, in the darker corners of the internet, weird men were frothing over my act of unforgivable treason. They pounced upon the concept of a ‘lesser parent’ – a term specifically relating to myself, as even the most cursory read of the headline or article would suggest. To them, however, I had maligned all dads, and men, as part of a sinister campaign of ‘misandry’, a word which was soon being thrown at me with wild abandon.
Continue reading… It seems I’m a misandrist…My phone began to buzz around 9pm. It was Father’s Day and my column that morning had been about my son’s thin grasp on the merits of the occasion. ‘My son is suspicious of the idea of Father’s Day’ began its headline. ‘Why would he want to celebrate the lesser of his two parents?’It was – I thought – a fairly sweet piece about my son’s occasionally remarked preference for his mum, and initial reaction from readers was very positive. But, in the darker corners of the internet, weird men were frothing over my act of unforgivable treason. They pounced upon the concept of a ‘lesser parent’ – a term specifically relating to myself, as even the most cursory read of the headline or article would suggest. To them, however, I had maligned all dads, and men, as part of a sinister campaign of ‘misandry’, a word which was soon being thrown at me with wild abandon. Continue reading… Family, Father’s Day, Parents and parenting, Life and style
