Dads are rubbish

Having been posting for a round a year or so, I've had plenty of opportunity of seeing and reading loads of interesting blogs. One of the things that quickly became really obvious is that men and women are different. I know at my age (37, exactly the same as it has been for many, many years) I should have spotted that sooner, but sometimes I'm just not that observant. I am, after all, just a bloke.

Sweeping generalisations are always open to savage criticism, but hey ho, here we go. I am, after all not criticising, just making some observations. Women seem to be far more supportive than men...especially of other women, but in general as well. So when someone posts a dilema they're facing, comments made by women, are warm, gentle and supportive, where as the men use humour in a more deprecating way....I know, I do it myself. I'm so funny, I make myself laugh. But not necessarily anyone else.

There always seems to be a 'female/Mums blogging festival' going on somewhere, where as in the last year, I think 've only seen one for men/Dads...thank you Sticky Fingers. So the knowledge, bonhomie and camaraderie between women grows. Perhaps men don't need it, and that explains why we can go down the pub, share no more than a few grunts, yet have a great evening. Women are so engrossed in each other's conversations, that they have to continue them in the loo.

So it comes as a joy to find that sometimes Dads need to bond, and lo and behold there is Dad Club. http://dadclub.ning.com A place for Dad's to share stuff and other stuff. Of course, the first thing you'll notice is that it's not as busy as Piccadilly Circus, and it lacks a feminine touch...no cushions or pink things. But its a great place just to drop in. But you don't have to say anything...just the odd grunt or swear word will do. Just like the pub really. Now if only it had a pool table.