The irony, of course, of this week is that we didn’t write nearly as much as we usually do, and for that laziness/impertinence/vitiligo we were reward with lots ‘n’ lots of readers, who came from all over the world to look at pictures of Russian women freediving, frolicking, and, of course, swinging babies over their head.
We think that Viceland NL, in Holland, put it best: WAT HEBBEN SCHOKKENDE BABY-YOGA EN EROTISCHE GEDACHTEN OVER SARAH PALIN MET ELKAAR GEMEEN?
We got so many readers, in fact, that we wrote up a little primer on DadWagon that nobody read.
While Nathan spent the week egosurfing and speaking to the Russian media about the uproar that followed his baby-yoga exclusive, Theodore was busy with his glamorous worklife, raising his infant daughter, and avoiding any discussion with his 4-year-old about why Monday was a holiday celebrating the life of the son of the man everyone called Daddy King. Theodore also called all mothers liars, a slur which the mothers of the world had the good sense to ignore.
Matt had a couple shining moments: drawing AssBob GrassSkirt for his hard-to-please daughter in Brooklyn, pondering how to brag about her INCREDIBLY FUCKING AWESOME verbal skills. But most of his week was spent in the debauchery of Vegas, which seemed to have swallowed him whole for a few days. We didn’t know you could write a “Getting Lost” travel piece from the backroom at Spearmint Rhino.
But those are the kinds of things you learn here at DadWagon. Have a good week, all.