I finally understand my dad
I was shaving and thinking of my dad’s old safety razor and how anachronistic it was, even 20 years ago when he was using it. And that’s when it hit me: I finally understand my dad. I finally know what my dad is. Let me paint the picture:
- my dad has thick mustache.
- his bike has a brooks saddle.
- he dresses like no one else on the planet.
- his hair is a bit too long.
- he’s skinny and his skinny jeans almost fall off of him.
- no matter what decade it is, his glasses are from some other decade.
- no matter how eclectic your music taste, he likes music you’ve never heard of.
- if something’s popular, he hates it, no matter how intrinsically great it is.
My dad is, and always has been, a hipster. It just took the rest of the world a few decades to invent a name for it. I know that sounds bad, but frankly, I’m just glad there’s finally a word for it because I always just thought he was a bit weird.
Also: I’m pretty sure my dad is the single coolest person you’ll ever meet. No one even compares. I’m not making that up. He’s actually just that cool. He’s also a great dad. And he’s come to visit in a few days. I can’t wait.
